Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over from shores
for some work to do
And the Statue of 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 a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
Before he to understand
Before he began to

And Joe got by a Bowery bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail the barroom rail
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 hungry the that wrote
In his letters he was always 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 to show but his age

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

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

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

Joe raised his hands but they 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 would be
And the weighed more than the cold copper ore
he feared that he was being framed
'Cause he found out that he was being

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

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

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

President Wilson held up the day
But even he fail
For heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake jail

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

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

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

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

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