Luyện nghe bài hát Strike!

Well I got off the train one evening in a little town
I started up the main street when the sun was going down

When I heard some voices singing, so I to see what for
Might just be a birthday party, and it might be room for one more

But it was and their families, they had left the mine that day
Walked out for conditions, on strike for decent pay

And they sang their struggle, and their spirit never failed
Keep your hand the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Union miners stand together, heed no operator's
Keep your hand the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Well all at police came running, they came running everywhere
broke up that miner's meeting, and they carried everyone to jail

But the miners kept on singing and they sang the night through
When the sun rose in the morning I had learned that miners

Now the judge he asked the police captain, What's that red cat doin'
Get all the reds off the streets, sir, was your orders and clear

Now they turned me out of the jailhouse door, but I wouldn't leave my miner friends
I jumped back to that jailhouse winder and I sang that songs again

Union miners stand together, no operator's tale
Keep your upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale