Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one star
Raised above his
Raised his head
He was not like any
He was like any other
And the song bled
Was a to him

Awake my one
The of revolution
Sewn in the
Of cloth humbly
Where others are

Above the northern
The birds fly
With great
the paddy fields
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans

There before a hut
A young boy
His lay dead
His sisters for bread
And his young heart
The seed of sewn
In humbly worn
While are adorned

And he into a man
Not any other
like any other
One man
A the color of rice
A face the of tea
Who the misery
Of other men in
shackles on his feet
Escaped the

Who fought
Colonialism
Who awake
While others
Who like jefferson
Let independence
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant seed that seed
And they crawled on their
Beneath the beast
And filled the carts with
once had been their crops

And the great swarm
Spread their wings
And his mother
And the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
was more beautiful
Than

And his stopped beating
And the kept turning
And the words he
Were a hymn to
I have served the people
I served my whole country
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my affection
as sky
Filled with golden

The is raised
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the southern
With but bitterness

And the keep crying
And the men dying
And so beautiful
So
Give me one turn
me one more turn
One more turn of the

One revolution
One turn of the wheel