Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come from Sweden shores
Looking for work to do
And the Statue of Liberty 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 for the promised land
And it a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
he began to understand
Before he to understand

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

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

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

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

Now, the strikes were and the strikes
Were black as hard as they long
In the dark of Joe would stay awake and write
In the morning he raise them with a song
In the morning he would 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 were
And Joe Hill was on the line
Yes, Joe was always on the line

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

Joe raised his hands but shot him down
He had but guilt to give
It's a doctor I need and left him to bleed
He it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, he made it 'cause he had the will to

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

Oh, are the ways of western law
Strange are the of fate
For the government crawled to the owner's call
That the judge was 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 early
That there'd be one less singer in the
There'd be one less singer in the

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

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

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

Yes, they lined Joe up against the wall
Blindfold his eyes
It's the of a rebel that he chose to live
the death of a rebel that he died
It's the death of a 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
'Cause the court records all

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

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