Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

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

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

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

He found his old fashion shoe,
his daddy's hat.
And he found Muley and Muley said,
"They've been out by the cats,
been tractored 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 Grandpa did cry.
He up a handful of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the till I die."

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

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

The Joads rolled away to the camp,
There cooked a stew.
And the little kids of the jungle camp
"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 could his aim again,
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, boy,
Casey dropped him in his track.

They handcuffed 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 for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached about the and the poor.
Us folkses, all get together,
'Cause we got a chance anymore.
We got a chance anymore."

Now, the come, and Tom and Casey run
To the where the water run down.
But the vigilante hit Casey with 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 took flight in the dark rainy night,
And a and a preacher lying dead, two men,
A deputy and a preacher dead.

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

"Ever'body might be one big soul,
Well it looks 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.

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