Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Guthrie

Victor Jara of
Lived like a star
He fought for the of Chile
With his songs and his
His were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor was a peasant
He worked from a few old
He sat upon his plow
And watched the earth
His hands gentle, his hands were strong

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

He grew up to be a
Against the people's
He listened to grief and joy
And turned them into
His were gentle, his hands were strong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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