Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill over from Sweden shores
Looking for some to do
And the of Liberty 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 weeks on the out-of-work
Before he began to
Before he began to

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 almost hear him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
Slowly turn the 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 out for the California shore
There things just as bad
So he joined the industrial workers of the
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

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

And he wrote his words to the of the day
To be passed along the union
And the strikes led and the songs were 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 was poor but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the of the crime
That Joe was the killer of the

Joe raised his but they shot 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 to live
Yes, he made it 'cause he had the to live

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

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

Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a man
And Joe was warned by summer morn
That be one less singer in the land
be one less 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 on your soul
May the Lord mercy on your soul"

President Wilson held up the day
But even he fail
For nobody heard the soul words
Of the soul in the Salt 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
a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a rifle bullet in his heart

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

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

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

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