Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over from shores
Looking for work to do
And the Statue of waved him by
As Joe come a through, Joe Hill
As Joe come a through

Oh his were coarse and his hopes were high
As he for the promised land
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work
he began to understand
Before he began to

And Joe got hired by a bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail the barroom rail
Sounded he whistled on a tune
You could almost him whistling on a tune

And Joe on from job to job
the docks to the railroad line
And no how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was doing fine
In his he was always doing fine

Oh, the went by like the sun goin' down
Slowly turn the page and Joe
Looked back at the upon his tracks
He had to show but his age
He had to show but his age

So he out for the California shore
things were just as bad
So he joined the industrial workers of the
'Cause the was the only friend he had
the union was the only friend he had

Now, the strikes bloody and the strikes
Were black as hard as they long
In the dark of night Joe would stay and write
In the morning he raise them with a song
In the morning he would them with a song

And he wrote his to the tunes of the day
To be passed along the union
And the strikes were led and the songs spread
And Joe was always on the line
Yes, Joe Hill was on the line

Now, in Lake City a murder was made
There was hardly a clue to
Oh, the proof was but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the killer of the
That Joe was the of the crime

Joe his hands but they shot him down
He had nothing but to give
It's a doctor I need and they left him to
He it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, he made it he had the will to live

Then the trial was in a building of wood
And the killer would be named
And the days more than the cold copper ore
'Cause he feared that he was framed
'Cause he found out he was being framed

Oh, are the ways of western law
Strange are the of fate
For the government crawled to the mine call
That the judge was appointed by the
Yes, the judge was by the state

Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a man
And Joe was warned by early morn
That there'd be one singer in the land
There'd be one singer in the land

Now, Spry was Governor Spry
And a life was his to
On the last appeal, a governor's tear
"May the Lord have on your soul
May the Lord have on your soul"

Even President Wilson up the day
But even he would
For heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City

For 36 he lived out his days
And he more played his part
For his songs that he made, he was carefully
With a bullet buried in his heart
With a rifle buried in his heart

Yes, lined Joe Hill up against the wall
over his eyes
It's the life of a rebel that he to live
the death of a rebel that he died
It's the of a rebel that he died

Now, some say Joe was as charged
And some say he even there
And I guess nobody ever know
'Cause the court all disappeared
'Cause the court all disappeared

Say wherever you go in fair land in every union hall
In the dusty dark words are marked
In all the cracks upon the wall
In between all the upon the wall

It's the very last that Joe Hill wrote
he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my and final will
luck to all of you, good luck to all of you"