Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

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

before a grass hut
A boy stood
His mother lay
His sisters for bread
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly
others are adorned

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

Who fought
imperialism
Who awake
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the were crying
that seed that seed
And they on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the with bodies
Where had been their crops

And the birds swarm
Spread wings overhead
And his mother
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
None be more beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

And his heart stopped
And the wheel kept
And the words he
Were a hymn to
I have served the whole
I served my whole country
And as I leave this
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled golden stars

The is raised
Raised above his
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image the southern heart
With none but

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

One more
One more of the wheel