Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Awake my one
The of revolution
Sewn in the
Of humbly worn
Where are adorned

Above the plain
The great fly
With great
Over the fields
And the kneel
And the men toil
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 his young heart
The seed of revolution
In humbly worn
While others are

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

Who against
imperialism
Who awake
While others
Who penned jefferson
Let ring
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the were crying
Plant that seed seed
And they crawled on bellies
the giant beast
And the carts with bodies
Where once had their crops

And the great birds
their wings overhead
And his dead
And the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
None could be beautiful
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

And his stopped beating
And the wheel turning
And the words he
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 image the southern heart
none but bitterness

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

One more
One more turn of the