Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some to do
And the Statue of Liberty him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe
As Joe come a sailing

Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes 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
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail over the barroom
like he whistled on a tune
You almost hear him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
turn the page 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 headed out for the shore
There things were as bad
So he joined the industrial of the world
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

Now, the strikes were bloody and the
Were black as hard as they were
In the dark of night Joe stay awake and write
In the morning he would 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 the union vine
And the strikes were led and the songs spread
And Joe Hill was on the line
Yes, Joe Hill was always on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, they Joe Hill 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 rebel that he

Now, say Joe was guilty as charged
And some say he even there
And I guess nobody ever know
the court 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 upon the wall
In between all the cracks the wall

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