Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of cloth humbly
others are adorned

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

There a grass hut
A young boy
His mother lay
His sisters cried for
And within his young
The seed of revolution
In cloth 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 men in chains
With on his feet
the guillotine

Who against
Colonialism
Who awake
others slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that seed that
And they crawled on bellies
the giant beast
And filled the with bodies
Where had been their crops

And the great birds
Spread wings overhead
And his dead
And the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
None could be beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

And his heart stopped
And the kept turning
And the words he
Were a to them
I have served the people
I served my whole country
And as I leave this
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled golden stars

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

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

One more
One more of the wheel