Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

And Joe rolled on job to job
From the to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the that wrote
In his letters he was always doing
In his he was always doing fine

Oh, the years went by the sun goin' down
Slowly turn the page and Joe
Looked at the sweat upon his tracks
He had to show but his age
He had to show but his age

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

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

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

Now, in Salt City a murder was made
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 of the crime

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

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

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

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

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

Even Wilson held up the day
But even he fail
For heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake jail
Of the in the Salt Lake City jail

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

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

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

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

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