Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Men walking 'long the tracks
Going someplace, there's no going
patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire the bridge
Shelter line stretching 'round the
Welcome to the new world
sleeping in the cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no

Well the is alive tonight
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it
I'm sitting down here in the campfire
for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a box 'neath the underpass
You got a ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid
Bathing in the city's

Go!

Well the highway is tonight
it's headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire
on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby
there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom, be there

Wherever somebody's fighting for a to stand
Or a job or a helping hand
Wherever struggling to be free
in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me"
Yeah!

The highway is alive
Where headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire
With the of old Tom Joad