Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, by Arlo Guthrie

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

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

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

He up to be a fighter
Against the people's
He listened to their and joy
And them into songs
His were gentle, his hands were strong

He sang about the miners
And those who worked the
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 "Take hold of your brothers hand
You know the begins today"
His were gentle, his hands were strong

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

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

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

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

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