Luyện nghe bài hát Justice in Ontario

Oh, you who from Ontario
the tale of the Donnelly's, oh
Died at the of a mob that night
Every and man by the oil torch light

Jim Donnelly was no angel
But they burned his barn, down the door
Well, the children cried they killed old Jim
Then killed his wife, then they turned on them

No judge, no jury, no hangman, no in Ontario
A hundred years or more turned
And you always hear how we've learned
Well, a man lay dead in a Hope bar

And the ran red on a hardwood floor
And the big men ran the nearest door
Only one man knew had happened for sure

Well, one and all the outlaws' brand
And the big bikes roared through the Great
When you live on the of the law
You know, in Ontario

Blue smoke still in the air
No one spoke the cops got there
Well, the local constable the call
Send us Terry Hall

all sang a different tune
When Corporal walked in the room
With his picture book and a of names
One by one the witnesses

And they him what he wanted to know
Justice in

The cops searched far and wide
And the outlaws ran but could not hide
And they 'em in, every single one
the man who actually fired the gun

It was in London, they were tried
And the guilty man stood free
he took the stand to pay his debt
The judge was and the jury deaf

In Kingston Town locked up still
When the sun down and the air is chill
You could swear you heard Jim ghost cry
"Justice in Ontario"