Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

And Joe on from job to job
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the that wrote
In his letters he was always fine
In his letters he was always 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 out for the California shore
There were just as bad
So he joined the industrial of the world
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Utah can be had but not for a union 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 Spry
And a was his to hold
On the appeal, fell a governor's tear
"May the have mercy on your soul
May the have mercy on your soul"

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

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

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

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

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

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