Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Mitchell, music by Arlo 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 were

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

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

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

He sang about the copper
And who worked the land
He sang the factory workers
And they he was their 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 were gentle, his hands were strong

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

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

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

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

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