Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Awake my one
The of revolution
in the sleeve
Of cloth worn
Where are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
With wings
the paddy fields
And the people
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the wheel

There before a hut
A young boy
His mother lay
His cried for bread
And within his young
The seed of sewn
In humbly worn
While are adorned

And he grew a man
Not any other
Just any other
One man
A beard the color of
A the color of tea
Who the misery
Of other men in
With on his feet
Escaped the

Who fought
imperialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned like
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
Where once had been crops

And the great swarm
Spread wings overhead
And his dead
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
Nothing was beautiful
Than

And his heart beating
And the kept turning
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have the whole people
I served my whole country
And as I leave this
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled golden stars

The question is
Raised 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
Give me one more
One turn of the wheel

One revolution
One more of the wheel