Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Pt. 3

(Lyrics by Joan Baez, by Ennio Morricone)

My son, instead of crying be
Be brave and your mother
Don't cry for the are wasted
Let not also the years be

me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes father from your side
Forgive me all who are my
I am you, so do not cry

If wants to be distracted
From the and the soulness
You her for a walk
Along the quiet
And rest beneath the shade of
here and there you gather flowers
Beside the music and the
Is the peacefulness of
She will enjoy it very
And you'll enjoy it too
But son, you must
Do not use it all
But down yourself one little
To help the weak ones by your

me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your from your side
me all who are my friends
I am you, so do not cry

The weaker ones that cry for
The persecuted and the
are your friends
And in the fight
And yes, they sometimes
like your father
Yes, your and Bartolo
have fallen
And yesterday they fought and
But in the quest for joy and
And in the struggle of this you'll find
That there is and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggle you find
That you can love and be also

Forgive me all who are my
I am you
I beg of you, do not cry

1971, Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)