Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, by Arlo Guthrie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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