Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a of red one gold 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

my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of cloth worn
others are adorned

Above the plain
The birds fly
With great
Over the fields
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the groans

There a grass hut
A young boy
His mother lay
His sisters for bread
And within his heart
The seed of sewn
In cloth humbly
others are adorned

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

Who against
Colonialism
Who remained
While others
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that seed that
And crawled on their bellies
the giant beast
And the carts with bodies
Where once had been crops

And the great swarm
their wings overhead
And his mother
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
Nothing was more
Than

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have served the people
I have served my whole
And as I this world
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled golden stars

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

And the people keep
And the men keep
And so beautiful
So
me one more turn
Give me one more
One more of the wheel

One revolution
One turn of the wheel