Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

Above the northern
The birds fly
With great
the paddy fields
And the kneel
And the men toil
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

before a grass hut
A young boy
His lay dead
His sisters cried for
And within his young
The of revolution sewn
In cloth worn
While are adorned

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

Who against
Colonialism
Who remained
While others
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that seed seed
And they on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the carts with
once had been their crops

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

And his heart stopped
And the kept turning
And the words he
Were a hymn to
I have served the people
I have my whole country
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my affection
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
With none but

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

One revolution
One more turn of the