Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over Sweden shores
for some 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 coarse and his hopes were high
As he for the promised land
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work
Before he began to
Before he began to

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

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

Oh, the years went by like the sun goin'
Slowly the page and when Joe
Looked back at the sweat upon his
He had to show but his age
He had to show but his age

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

Now, the were bloody and the strikes
Were black as hard as they 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 along the union vine
And the strikes led and the songs were spread
And Joe was always on the line
Yes, Joe Hill was on the line

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

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

Then the was held 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 out that he was being framed

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

Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a man
And Joe was warned by summer morn
That there'd be one singer in the land
There'd be one less singer in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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