Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

And Joe on from job to job
From the docks to the line
And no matter how hungry the hand 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 page and Joe
Looked back at the sweat upon his
He had nothing to but his age
He had nothing to but his age

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

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

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

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

Joe raised his hands but shot him down
He had nothing but to give
It's a I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 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 would be named
And the days more than the cold copper ore
'Cause he feared that he was being
he found out that he was being framed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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