Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The of revolution
Sewn in the
Of cloth humbly
Where are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
With wings
Over the fields
And the people
And the men toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans

before a grass hut
A boy stood
His mother lay
His cried for bread
And within his heart
The seed of revolution
In humbly worn
While others are

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

Who fought
Colonialism
Who awake
others slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of justice
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant seed that seed
And they on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the with bodies
Where once had their crops

And the birds swarm
Spread wings overhead
And his mother
And the and the rain
The jungles in
And the sun
None be more beautiful
Than
Nothing was more
Than

And his heart stopped
And the wheel kept
And the he bled
Were a to them
I have served the whole
I have served my whole
And as I leave world
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled with stars

The question is
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the heart
none but bitterness

And the keep crying
And the men dying
And it's so
So
me one more turn
Give me one turn
One more turn of the

One more
One more of the wheel