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 come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy,
Tom Joad come down the road.

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

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

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

Tom Joad 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 made a mighty heavy load;
But Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a of land in his hand,
"I'm stayin' with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the farm I die."

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

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

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

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

"I for the Lord a mighty long 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 deputies come, and Tom and run
To the bridge where the run down.
But the thugs hit Casey with a club,
They laid Preacher on the ground, poor Casey,
They laid Casey on the ground.

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

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

"Ever'body be just one big soul,
Well it looks that 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 little are hungry and cry,
Wherever ain't free.
Wherever men are for their rights,
That's I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
That's I'm a-gonna be."