Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

the northern plain
The birds fly
great wings
Over the fields
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans

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

And he grew a man
Not any other
Just any other
One man
A the color of rice
A the color of tea
Who the misery
Of men in chains
With shackles on his
the guillotine

Who fought
Colonialism
Who remained
While others
Who penned jefferson
Let independence
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the were crying
that seed that seed
And they crawled on their
Beneath the giant
And filled the carts with
once had been their crops

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

And his heart stopped
And the kept turning
And the words he
Were a to them
I have served the people
I served my whole country
And as I this world
May you union
And my great
as sky
Filled golden stars

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

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

One more
One more of the wheel