Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

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

Oh, the years went by like the sun down
Slowly turn the and when Joe
Looked back at the upon his tracks
He had nothing to but his age
He had nothing to but his age

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

Now, the strikes were and the strikes
Were black as hard as they were
In the dark of Joe would 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 the union vine
And the strikes were led and the were spread
And Joe Hill was always on the
Yes, Joe Hill was always on the

Now, in Salt City a murder was made
was hardly a clue to find
Oh, the proof was poor but the was sure
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
It's a doctor I need and left him to bleed
He it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, he made it 'cause he had the to live

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

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

Oh, Utah can be had but not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early
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 appeal, fell a governor's tear
"May the Lord have mercy on soul
May the Lord have mercy on soul"

Even President Wilson up the day
But even he fail
For nobody heard the soul searching
Of the soul in the Salt City jail
Of the in the Salt Lake City jail

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

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

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

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

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