Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

Tom Joad, he met a truck driving
There he him a ride.
He said, "I just got from McAlester Pen
On a called homicide,
A charge homicide."

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

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

Tom walked down 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 mighty heavy
But Joad did cry.
He picked up a of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' the farm till I die."

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

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

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

Now a sheriff fired loose at a man,
a woman in the back.
Before he could his aim again,
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, 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,
These few he did say.

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

Now, the deputies come, and Tom and run
To the where the water run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit Casey a club,
They Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
laid Preacher Casey on the ground.

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

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

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

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