Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got by a Bowery bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag sail over the barroom rail
Sounded like he on a tune
You could hear him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the went by like the sun goin' down
turn the page and when Joe
Looked back at the sweat upon his
He had nothing to but his age
He had nothing to but his age

So he out for the California shore
There things just as bad
So he the industrial workers of the world
'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 were long
In the dark of night Joe stay awake and write
In the he would raise them with a song
In the morning he would raise with a song

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

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

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

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

Oh, strange are the of western law
are the ways of fate
For the crawled to the mine owner's call
the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, the judge was by the state

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

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

Even President held up the day
But even he would
For nobody heard the soul words
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the soul in the Salt City jail

For 36 years he out his days
And he than played his part
For his songs he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle bullet in his heart
a rifle bullet buried in his heart

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

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

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

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