Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo

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

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

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

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

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

He campaigned for
night and day
He sang "Take hold of your brothers
You know the begins today"
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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

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

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

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

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