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 child and man by the oil light

Jim was no angel sure
But they his barn, broke down the door
Well, the cried while they killed old Jim
Then they killed his wife, then they on them

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

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

Well, one and all wore the outlaws'
And the big roared through the Great 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 made the call
Send us Corporal Terry

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

And they told him he wanted to know
Justice in

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

It was down in London, they tried
And the guilty man stood outside
When he the stand to pay his debt
The judge was blind and the jury

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