Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of humbly worn
Where others are

the northern plain
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 wheel

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

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

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

And the great swarm
Spread wings overhead
And his mother
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
Nothing was more
Than

And his stopped beating
And the wheel kept
And the words he
Were a to them
I have served the whole
I have served my country
And as I this world
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled with golden

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

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

One revolution
One more of the wheel