Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

broke the bones in both his hands
They beat his lovely
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 thanks
For rule with Hawker Hunters
And they rule with tanks
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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