Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

Oh his clothes were and his hopes were high
As he headed for the promised
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
up the saloon
As his rag would sail the barroom rail
Sounded like he 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 the hand that wrote
In his letters he was doing fine
In his letters he was always fine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, some say Joe was as charged
And some say he wasn't even
And I guess will ever know
'Cause the court records all
'Cause the court records all

Say wherever you go in this land in every 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 last line that Joe Hill wrote
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"