Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over from Sweden
for some work to do
And the Statue of waved him by
As Joe a sailing 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 on the out-of-work streets
he began to understand
Before he to understand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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