Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, by Arlo Guthrie

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

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

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

He up to be a fighter
the people's wrongs
He listened to their and joy
And turned into songs
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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

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

Then the generals seized
They arrested then
They him in a stadium
With frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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

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

Now the generals rule Chile
And the British have their
For they rule with Hunters
And they with Chieftain tanks
His hands were gentle, his were strong

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