Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

Tom Joad walked to the neighbor's farm,
his family.
They took Preacher Casey and 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 picked up a handful of in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' the farm 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 Grandma on the California side.

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

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

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

They handcuffed and they 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 where the run down.
But the vigilante hit Casey with a club,
laid Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
They laid Casey on the ground.

Tom Joad, he grabbed that club,
Hit him the head.
Tom Joad took flight in the rainy night,
And a deputy and a preacher 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,
Said what Casey said, Tom Joad,
He what Preacher 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 I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
where I'm a-gonna be.

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