Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Awake my one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of cloth worn
others are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
With great
Over the fields
And the people
And the men toil
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the groans

There before a hut
A young boy
His mother lay
His sisters cried for
And within his heart
The seed of sewn
In cloth worn
While others are

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

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant seed that seed
And they on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the carts bodies
Where once had been their

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

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have the whole people
I have served my whole
And as I leave this
May you suffer
And my great
as sky
Filled golden stars

The question is
Raised 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 so beautiful
So
Give me one more
me one more turn
One turn of the wheel

One revolution
One more turn of the