Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got hired by a bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would over the barroom rail
like he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him on a tune

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

Oh, the years went by the sun goin' down
Slowly the page and when Joe
back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to but his age
He had to show but his age

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

Now, the strikes bloody and the strikes
Were black as hard as were long
In the of night Joe would stay awake and write
In the morning he would raise with a song
In the morning he would raise them a song

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

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

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

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

Oh, strange are the of western law
are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the owner's call
the judge was appointed by the state
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 there'd be one less singer in the
There'd be one less in the land

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

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

For 36 years he out his days
And he more than his part
For his that he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle bullet in his heart
With a rifle bullet buried in his

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

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

Say wherever you go in this fair land in union hall
In the dusty dark these words are
In all the cracks upon the wall
In all the cracks upon the wall

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