Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Awake my one
The seed of
in the sleeve
Of cloth worn
Where are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
With wings
Over the paddy
And the people
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

before a grass hut
A young boy
His lay dead
His sisters cried for
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In humbly worn
While others are

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

Who fought
imperialism
Who remained
While others
Who penned like
Let independence
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the people crying
Plant seed that seed
And they on their bellies
Beneath the giant
And filled the with bodies
Where once had been crops

And the great birds
their wings overhead
And his dead
And the and the rain
The in flames
And the sun
None be more beautiful
Than
was more beautiful
Than

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the he bled
Were a hymn to
I have the whole people
I have served my country
And as I leave this
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled with stars

The is raised
Raised his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his fills the southern heart
With but bitterness

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

One revolution
One turn of the wheel