Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

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

Tom Joad, he met a truck driving
he caught him a ride.
He said, "I just got from McAlester Pen
On a called homicide,
A called homicide."

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

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

Tom walked down to the neighbor's farm,
his family.
They took Casey and loaded 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 made a mighty heavy load;
But Joad did cry.
He up a handful of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' the farm till I die."

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

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

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

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

They handcuffed Casey and they took him in
And he got away.
And he met Tom on the old river bridge,
And few words he did say, poor boy,
These few he did say.

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

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

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

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

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

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