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 just like any
And the song they
Was a to him

Awake my one
The seed of
in the sleeve
Of humbly worn
Where others are

Above the northern
The great fly
With wings
Over the paddy
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the groans

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

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

Who fought
imperialism
Who awake
While others
Who penned like
Let ring
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the people were
that seed that seed
And they crawled on their
the giant beast
And the carts with bodies
Where had been their crops

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

And his heart stopped
And the kept turning
And the words he
Were a hymn to
I have served the whole
I have served my whole
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled with stars

The is raised
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the southern
none but bitterness

And the people keep
And the men keep
And it's so
So
me one more turn
Give me one turn
One more of the wheel

One more
One turn of the wheel