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 sailing through, Joe
As Joe come a through

Oh his clothes were and his hopes were high
As he headed for the 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 could almost him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the years went by like the sun goin'
Slowly turn the 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 joined the industrial workers of the
'Cause the union was the friend 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 stay awake and write
In the morning he raise them with a song
In the morning he would them with a song

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

Now, in Salt Lake 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 of the crime

Joe raised his hands but shot him down
He had but guilt to give
a doctor 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 will to

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

Oh, strange are the ways of law
Strange are the ways of
For the government to the mine owner's call
That the was appointed by the state
Yes, the judge was appointed by the

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

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

Even President Wilson up the day
But he would fail
For nobody the soul searching words
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 that he made, he was paid
a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a bullet buried in his heart

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

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

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

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