Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

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

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
turn the page and when Joe
Looked at the sweat 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 just as bad
So he joined the industrial workers of the
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the union was the friend he had

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

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

Now, in Salt Lake a murder was made
was hardly 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 they shot him
He had nothing but guilt to
It's a doctor I need and they him to bleed
He made it he had the will to live
Yes, he made it he had the will to live

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

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

Oh, justice 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
be one less singer in the land

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

Even President 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 more than his part
For his songs that he made, he was paid
a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a rifle bullet buried in his

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

Now, some say Joe was guilty as
And some say he even there
And I nobody will ever know
'Cause the records all disappeared
'Cause the court all disappeared

Say wherever you go in this fair land in union hall
In the dusty dark words are marked
In between all the cracks upon the
In between all the 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 luck to all of you, luck to all of you"