Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over from Sweden
Looking for 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 headed for the promised
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 over the barroom rail
Sounded 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 how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was doing fine
In his letters he was doing fine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, strange are the of western law
are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the owner's call
That the judge was by the state
Yes, the judge was 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 singer in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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