Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the they rule Chile
And the British have thanks
For they rule with Hawker
And they rule with tanks
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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