Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
in the sleeve
Of cloth humbly
Where others are

Above the plain
The great fly
great wings
Over the fields
And the people
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans

There before a hut
A young boy
His lay dead
His sisters for bread
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In cloth worn
While are adorned

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

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that that seed
And they crawled on bellies
the giant beast
And filled the carts with
Where once had been crops

And the great birds
Spread their overhead
And his dead
And the and the rain
The jungles in
And the sun
None could be more
vietnam
Nothing was more
Than

And his heart beating
And the wheel turning
And the words he
Were a to them
I served the whole people
I have my whole country
And as I leave this
May you suffer
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
With but bitterness

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

One revolution
One turn of the wheel