Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The of revolution
in the sleeve
Of humbly worn
others are adorned

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

There a grass hut
A boy stood
His lay dead
His sisters cried for
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In humbly worn
While are adorned

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

Who fought
imperialism
Who awake
While others
Who penned like
Let ring
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant that seed that
And they on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the carts with
Where had been their crops

And the great swarm
their wings overhead
And his dead
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
None could be more
Than
Nothing was beautiful
Than

And his heart stopped
And the wheel kept
And the he bled
Were a to them
I served the whole people
I have served my whole
And as I this world
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled with golden

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

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

One more
One more of the wheel