Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The of revolution
Sewn in the
Of cloth worn
others are adorned

Above the plain
The birds fly
With wings
Over the fields
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

before a grass hut
A boy stood
His lay dead
His cried for bread
And within his heart
The seed of sewn
In cloth humbly
While are adorned

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

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned like
Let ring
And the cart of turns
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant seed that seed
And they crawled on bellies
Beneath the giant
And filled the carts bodies
Where once had their crops

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

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the words he
a hymn to them
I have served the whole
I served my whole country
And as I leave world
May you suffer
And my affection
as sky
Filled with golden

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

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

One more
One more of the wheel