Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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 to understand

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

And Joe on from job to job
the docks to the railroad line
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
turn the page and when Joe
Looked back at the sweat upon his
He had nothing to but his age
He had nothing to but his age

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

Now, the strikes bloody and the strikes
black as hard as they were long
In the dark of night Joe would stay and write
In the morning he raise them with 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 union
And the strikes were led and the were spread
And Joe was always on the line
Yes, Joe was always on the line

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

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

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

Oh, are the ways of western law
Strange are the ways of
For the government crawled to the 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 by summer early morn
That be one less singer in the land
There'd be one singer in the land

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

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

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

Yes, they 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 he died
the death of a rebel that he died

Now, some say Joe was guilty as
And some say he wasn't there
And I guess will ever know
the court records all disappeared
'Cause the court records all

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

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