Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

Oh his were 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
he began to understand

And Joe got hired by a bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail over the rail
like he whistled 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 doing
In his letters he was always doing

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

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

Now, the strikes were 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 them a song
In the morning he would raise them with a

And he his words 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 was always on the line

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

Joe his hands but they shot him down
He had but guilt to give
It's a doctor I need and they left him to
He it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, he it 'cause he had the will to live

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

Oh, strange are the of western law
Strange are the of fate
For the government crawled to the mine call
That the judge was by the state
Yes, the judge was by the state

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the very last line that Joe Hill 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"