Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

Tom got out of the old McAlester Pen;
he got his parole.
After long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, boy,
Tom Joad come down the road.

Tom Joad, he met a driving man;
There he him a ride.
He said, "I just got from McAlester Pen
On a called homicide,
A charge homicide."

That rolled away in a cloud of dust;
turned his face toward home.
He met Preacher Casey, and they had a drink,
But they found that his they was gone,
He found that his they was gone.

He found his mother's old shoe,
Found his hat.
And he found little and Muley said,
"They've tractored out by the cats,
They've tractored out by the cats."

Tom walked down to the neighbor's farm,
his family.
They took Preacher Casey and in a car,
And his said, "We've got to get away."
His said, "We've got to get away."

Now, the twelve of the Joads made a heavy load;
But Grandpa did cry.
He up a handful of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm with the farm till I die."

They fed him short ribs and and soothing syrup;
And Joad did die.
They buried Grandpa Joad by the of the road,
Grandma on the side,
buried Grandma on the California side.

They stood on a and they looked to the west,
And it looked like the land.
That bright valley with a river running through,
There was work for single hand, they thought,
There was work for single hand.

The Joads rolled to the jungle camp,
they cooked a stew.
And the hungry kids of the jungle camp
Said: "We'd to have some, too."
Said: "We'd like to some, too."

Now a deputy sheriff loose at a man,
Shot a in the back.
he could take his aim again,
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, boy,
Preacher dropped him in his track.

handcuffed Casey and they took him in jail;
And he got away.
And he met Tom Joad on the old bridge,
And these few words he did say, boy,
These few he did say.

"I for the Lord a mighty long time,
about the rich and the poor.
Us folkses, all get together,
'Cause we ain't got a anymore.
We got a chance anymore."

Now, the come, and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge where the run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit Casey a club,
They Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
laid Preacher Casey on the ground.

Tom Joad, he that deputy's club,
Hit him the head.
Tom Joad took flight in the dark night,
And a and a preacher lying dead, two men,
A and a preacher lying dead.

Tom run where his mother was asleep;
He her up out of bed.
An' he goodbye to the mother that he loved,
Said what Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said Preacher Casey said.

"Ever'body might be one big soul,
it looks that a-way to me.
Everywhere you look, in the day or night,
That's where I'm be, Ma,
That's where I'm be.

Wherever little children are and cry,
people ain't free.
Wherever men are for their rights,
where I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm be."