Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one star
Raised his head
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
Where are adorned

the northern plain
The birds fly
With wings
Over the paddy
And the people
And the men toil
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

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

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

Who against
Colonialism
Who awake
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that seed seed
And crawled on their bellies
Beneath the giant
And filled the carts with
Where once had their crops

And the birds swarm
Spread their wings
And his dead
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
was more beautiful
Than

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have the whole people
I have served my whole
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled with golden

The question is
Raised above his
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the heart
With but bitterness

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

One more
One more turn of the