Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over Sweden shores
Looking for some to do
And the Statue of Liberty him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe
As Joe come a through

Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes high
As he headed for the land
And it took a few weeks on the streets
Before he to understand
Before he began to

And Joe got by a Bowery bar
up the saloon
As his rag would sail over the rail
Sounded like he on a tune
You could almost hear him on a tune

And Joe on from job to job
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand wrote
In his letters he was always fine
In his letters he was always doing

Oh, the years went by like the sun down
Slowly turn the and when Joe
back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to but his age
He had to show but his age

So he out for the California shore
There were just as bad
So he joined the industrial workers of the
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

Now, the strikes were and the strikes
Were black as hard as they were
In the dark of night Joe would stay and write
In the morning he raise them with a song
In the morning he would them with a song

And he wrote his words to the of the day
To be passed along the vine
And the strikes were led and the songs were
And Joe was always on the line
Yes, Joe was always on the line

Now, in Salt Lake City a murder was
There was hardly a to find
Oh, the proof was poor but the sheriff was
Joe was the killer of the
That Joe was the killer of the

Joe his hands but they shot him down
He had nothing but guilt to
It's a doctor I need and they him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the to live
Yes, he made it he had the will to live

Then the trial was held in a of wood
And there the would be named
And the days weighed than the cold copper ore
'Cause he that he was being framed
he found out that he was being framed

Oh, strange are the of western law
are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the owner's call
That the was appointed by the state
Yes, the judge was appointed by the

Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a man
And Joe was by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in the
There'd be one less singer in the

Now, Spry was Governor Spry
And a life was his to
On the last appeal, a governor's tear
"May the Lord have mercy on your
May the Lord have mercy on soul"

Even Wilson held up the day
But even he fail
For nobody the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the in the Salt Lake City jail

For 36 he lived out his days
And he than played his part
For his that he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle buried in his heart
With a rifle bullet in his heart

Yes, they lined Joe Hill up the wall
over his eyes
It's the life of a rebel he chose to live
It's the death of a rebel he died
It's the of a rebel that he died

Now, some say Joe was as charged
And some say he wasn't there
And I guess nobody will know
'Cause the court records all
the court records all disappeared

Say wherever you go in this fair land in every union
In the dusty dark words are marked
In between all the cracks the wall
In all the cracks upon the wall

the very last line that Joe Hill wrote
When he knew that his were through
"Boys, this is my last and will
Good to all of you, good luck to all of you"