Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got hired by a bar
up the saloon
As his rag would sail over the barroom
Sounded like he whistled on a
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 the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always fine
In his he was always doing fine

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
Slowly the page and when Joe
back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had to show but his age
He had to show but his age

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

Now, the strikes were bloody and the
black as hard as they were long
In the dark of night Joe would awake and write
In the morning he would them with a song
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 songs spread
And Joe Hill was always on the
Yes, Joe was always on the line

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

Joe raised his hands but they shot him
He had but guilt to give
a doctor I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to
Yes, he made it 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 more the cold copper ore
'Cause he feared he was being framed
'Cause he found out that he was being

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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