Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, in Salt Lake 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 but guilt to give
It's a I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to
Yes, he made it 'cause he had the will to

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

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

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

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

Even President held up the day
But even he would
For heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City

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

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

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

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

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