Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

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

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

He his mother's old fashion shoe,
Found his hat.
And he little Muley and Muley said,
"They've tractored out by the cats,
They've been 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 mighty load;
But Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a of land 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 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.
That bright green valley 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,
There they a stew.
And the hungry little kids of the jungle
Said: "We'd like to some, too."
Said: "We'd to have some, too."

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

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

"I for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached the rich 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 bridge the water run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit Casey a club,
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground, Casey,
They laid Casey on the ground.

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

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

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

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