Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

Above the plain
The great fly
With great
Over the fields
And the people
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 sisters cried for
And within his young
The seed of revolution
In cloth worn
While others are

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

Who fought
Colonialism
Who awake
others slept
Who like jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people crying
Plant seed that seed
And crawled on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the with bodies
once had been their crops

And the great birds
Spread wings overhead
And his mother
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 kept
And the he bled
Were a to them
I have served the people
I have served my country
And as I leave world
May you union
And my great
as sky
Filled golden 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 keep crying
And the men dying
And it's so
So
me one more turn
Give me one more
One more of the wheel

One revolution
One turn of the wheel