Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo

Victor Jara of
Lived like a shooting
He fought for the people of
With his and his guitar
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

Victor Jara was a
He worked from a few old
He sat his father's plow
And the earth unfold
His hands were gentle, his were strong

Now the neighbors had a wedding
Or one of their children
His mother all night for them
With Victor by her
His hands were gentle, his were strong

He up to be a fighter
Against the wrongs
He to their grief and joy
And turned into songs
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

He sang about the miners
And those who worked the
He sang about the factory
And they knew he was man
His hands were gentle, his were strong

He for Allende
night and day
He sang "Take hold of your hand
You the future begins today"
His hands were gentle, his hands were

Then the seized Chile
They arrested then
They him in a stadium
five-thousand frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands were

Victor in the stadium
His voice was brave and
And he for his fellow prisoners
Till the guards cut short his
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

They the bones in both his hands
They his lovely head
They tore him with electric
And after two long days of torture, shot him dead
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

Now the generals they rule
And the British their thanks
For they rule with Hawker
And they rule with Chieftain
His hands were gentle, his hands were

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