Luyện nghe bài hát Strike!

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

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

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

And they sang about their struggle, and their spirit failed
your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

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

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

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

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

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

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