Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

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

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

He found his old fashion shoe,
Found his hat.
And he found little 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 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 Joads made a mighty load;
But Joad did cry.
He up a handful of land in his hand,
"I'm stayin' with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the till I die."

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

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

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

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

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

"I preached for the Lord a mighty time,
about 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 come, and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge where the run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit with a club,
They laid Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
They laid Preacher 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 deputy and a lying dead.

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

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

Wherever children are hungry and cry,
Wherever ain't free.
Wherever men are fightin' for rights,
That's I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
That's I'm a-gonna be."