Luyện nghe bài hát Justice in Ontario

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

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

No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in
A hundred years or more have
And you always hear how much we've
Well, a man lay in a Port Hope bar

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

Well, one and all the outlaws' brand
And the big bikes roared through the Northland
When you on the edge of the law
You know, justice in

smoke still hung in the air
No one when the cops got there
Well, the local constable made the
us Corporal Terry Hall

They all a different tune
When Hall walked in the room
With his picture and a list of names
One by one the came

And they told him what he to know
in Ontario

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

It was in London, they were tried
And the guilty man free outside
When he took the to pay his debt
The was blind and the jury deaf

In Town they're locked up still
When the sun goes and the air is chill
You could you heard Jim Donnelly's ghost cry
"Justice in Ontario"