Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

Tom walked down to the neighbor's farm,
his family.
They took Preacher 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 Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the farm I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' the farm till I die."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom run where his mother was asleep;
He her up out of bed.
An' he kissed to the mother that he loved,
what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher 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 I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm be.

little children are hungry and cry,
Wherever people free.
men are fightin' for their rights,
That's where I'm be, Ma.
That's I'm a-gonna be."