Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo

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

Victor Jara was a
He worked a few years old
He sat upon his father's
And the earth unfold
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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

He grew up to be a
Against the wrongs
He listened to their and joy
And turned them songs
His were gentle, his hands were strong

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

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

Then the generals Chile
They arrested then
They caged him in a
With frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands were

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

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

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

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