Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

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

That truck away in a cloud of dust;
Tommy turned his face 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 mother's old shoe,
Found his hat.
And he found little and Muley said,
"They've tractored out by the cats,
They've tractored out by the cats."

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

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

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

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

Now a deputy sheriff 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.

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

"I preached for the a mighty long time,
Preached the rich and the poor.
Us folkses, all get together,
we ain't got a chance anymore.
We got a chance 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 Preacher 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 rainy night,
And a deputy and a preacher dead, two men,
A deputy and a lying dead.

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

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

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