Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

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

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

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

He his mother's old fashion 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 Joad walked down to the 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 Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a handful of in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the till I die."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little children are hungry 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."