Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They the bones in both his hands
beat 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 Chile
And the have their thanks
For rule with Hawker Hunters
And they rule with Chieftain
His hands were gentle, his hands were

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