Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

Tom got out of the old McAlester Pen;
he got his parole.
After four long years on a man 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 charge homicide,
A called homicide."

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

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

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

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

Now a deputy fired loose at a man,
a woman in the back.
Before he take his aim again,
Preacher Casey 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,
These few he did say.

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

Now, the come, and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge where the run down.
But the thugs hit Casey with a club,
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground, Casey,
They laid Preacher 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 back where his mother was
He her up out of bed.
An' he kissed goodbye to the mother he loved,
Said what Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said Preacher Casey said.

"Ever'body might be one big soul,
Well it that a-way to me.
that 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,
That's where I'm be, Ma.
where I'm a-gonna be."