Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
in the sleeve
Of cloth worn
Where others are

the northern plain
The great fly
great wings
Over the paddy
And the people
And the men toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans

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

And he into a man
Not any other
Just like any
One man
A beard the of rice
A face the of tea
Who shared the
Of men in chains
With on his feet
Escaped the

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
While others
Who penned like
Let independence
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that seed seed
And they on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the carts bodies
Where once had their crops

And the birds swarm
Spread their overhead
And his mother
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
None could be beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
Than

And his heart stopped
And the wheel turning
And the words he
Were a hymn to
I have served the whole
I have my whole country
And as I leave 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 the southern heart
With but bitterness

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

One revolution
One more of the wheel