Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe come 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 coarse and his were high
As he headed for the land
And it took a few weeks on the streets
he began to understand
Before he began to

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

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

Oh, the went by like the sun goin' down
Slowly turn the 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 things just as bad
So he joined the workers of the world
'Cause the 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 dark of night Joe would stay awake and
In the morning he would raise with a song
In the morning he would raise them a song

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

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

Joe raised his but they shot him down
He had nothing but guilt to
It's a I need and they left him to bleed
He it 'cause he had the will to live
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 days more than the cold copper ore
'Cause he feared that he was being
'Cause he found out that he was being

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

Oh, Utah can be had but not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer morn
That be one less singer in the land
be one less singer in the land

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

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

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

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

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

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

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