Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

the northern plain
The great fly
great wings
Over the paddy
And the people
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

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

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

Who fought
imperialism
Who remained
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that seed that
And crawled on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And the carts with bodies
Where once had been their

And the great swarm
Spread their overhead
And his dead
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
None could be beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

And his stopped beating
And the kept turning
And the he bled
Were a hymn to
I have the whole people
I served my whole country
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled golden 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 keep crying
And the men keep
And it's so
So
Give me one more
Give me one turn
One more of the wheel

One revolution
One more turn of the