Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
in the sleeve
Of cloth worn
Where are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
great wings
Over the paddy
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 sewn
In cloth humbly
others are adorned

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

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

And the birds swarm
Spread their overhead
And his mother
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
None be more beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

And his heart stopped
And the wheel kept
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have served the people
I have served my whole
And as I leave this
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 southern
none but bitterness

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

One revolution
One turn of the wheel