Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got hired by a bar
up the saloon
As his rag would sail over the barroom
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 line
And no matter how hungry the hand that
In his he was always doing fine
In his letters he was doing fine

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
turn the page and when Joe
Looked back at the 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 were just as bad
So he joined the industrial of the world
'Cause the union was the friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

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

And he his words to the tunes of the day
To be passed along the union
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 a murder was made
There was hardly a to find
Oh, the proof was 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 doctor I need and they him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the to live
Yes, he made it 'cause he had the will to

Then the was held in a building of wood
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
are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the owner's call
That the was appointed by the state
Yes, the was appointed by the state

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

Now, William Spry was Governor
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 would
For nobody heard the soul searching
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City

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

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

Now, say Joe was guilty as charged
And say he wasn't even 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 every hall
In the dusty dark these are marked
In between all the cracks the wall
In all the cracks upon the wall

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