Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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 almost him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
Slowly the page 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 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 union was the only he had

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, strange are the ways of law
Strange are the ways of
For the government crawled to the mine call
the judge 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
That there'd be one singer in the land
There'd be one singer in the land

Now, Spry was Governor Spry
And a was his to hold
On the last appeal, fell a tear
"May the Lord have mercy on 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 soul in the Salt Lake City
Of the in the Salt Lake City jail

For 36 years he out his days
And he more than played his
For his songs that he made, he was paid
With a 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 to live
It's the of a rebel that he died
It's the of a rebel that he died

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

Say wherever you go in this fair in every union hall
In the dark these 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
he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my last and final
luck to all of you, good luck to all of you"