Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Guthrie

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

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

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

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

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

He for Allende
Working and day
He sang "Take hold of your brothers
You the future begins today"
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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

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

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

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

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