Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

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

Oh, the years went by like the sun goin'
Slowly the page and when Joe
Looked back at the sweat upon his
He had nothing to but his age
He had to show but his age

So he headed out for the California
things were just as bad
So he joined the industrial of the world
'Cause the union was the friend he had
the union was the only friend he had

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

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

Now, in Lake City a murder was made
There was hardly a clue to
Oh, the was poor but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the killer of the
That Joe was the of the crime

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

Then the trial was held in a building of
And there the killer would be
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
Strange are the ways of
For the government to the mine owner's call
the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, the was appointed by the state

Oh, justice can be had but not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer morn
That be one less singer in the land
be one less singer in the land

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

Even President held up the day
But he would fail
For nobody heard the searching words
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the soul in the Lake City jail

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

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

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

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

It's the very last line that Joe Hill
When he knew that his days through
"Boys, is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you, good to all of you"