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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now a deputy sheriff fired at a man,
a woman in the back.
Before he take his aim again,
Preacher dropped him in his track, poor boy,
Preacher dropped him in his track.

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

"I for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached 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 thugs hit Casey with a club,
They laid Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
They Preacher Casey on the ground.

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

Tom run where his mother was asleep;
He her up out of bed.
An' he kissed to the mother that he loved,
Said Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said Preacher 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 I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's I'm a-gonna be.

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