Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got hired by a bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail over the rail
Sounded like he whistled on a
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 wrote
In his letters he was doing fine
In his he was always doing fine

Oh, the went 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 to show but his age

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For 36 years he lived out his
And he more played his part
For his that he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle bullet buried in his
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 that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he

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

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

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