Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got by a Bowery bar
up the saloon
As his rag would over the barroom rail
Sounded he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him whistling on a

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe raised his hands but shot him down
He had but guilt to give
a doctor I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to
Yes, he made it he had the will to live

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

Oh, strange are the of western law
Strange are the ways of
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 summer morn
That there'd be one singer in the land
There'd be one less in the land

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

Even President Wilson up the day
But even he would
For nobody the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City

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

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

Now, some say Joe was guilty as
And say he wasn't even there
And I guess nobody will ever
the court records all disappeared
'Cause the court all disappeared

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

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