Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of cloth humbly
Where others are

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

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

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

Who fought
Colonialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned like
Let ring
And the cart of justice
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant that seed seed
And crawled on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the carts bodies
once had been their crops

And the great swarm
Spread their wings
And his dead
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
could be more beautiful
Than
was more beautiful
Than

And his heart beating
And the wheel kept
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have the whole people
I have my whole country
And as I this 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 fills the southern heart
none but bitterness

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

One more
One more turn of the