Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester
he got his parole.
After four long years on a man charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, boy,
Tom Joad a-walkin' down the road.

Tom Joad, he met a truck man;
There he him a ride.
He said, "I just got from McAlester Pen
On a called homicide,
A charge homicide."

That truck rolled away in a cloud of
Tommy turned his face home.
He met Preacher Casey, and had a little drink,
But they found that his they was gone,
He found his family they was gone.

He found his old fashion shoe,
his daddy's hat.
And he found Muley and Muley said,
"They've been out by the cats,
They've tractored out by the cats."

Tom Joad walked to the neighbor's farm,
his family.
They took Preacher Casey and in a car,
And his said, "We've got to get away."
His said, "We've got to get away."

Now, the twelve of the Joads a mighty heavy load;
But Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a handful of in his hand,
Said: "I'm with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm with the farm till I die."

They fed him short ribs and coffee and syrup;
And Grandpa did die.
They buried Grandpa Joad by the of the road,
on the California side,
They Grandma on the California side.

They stood on a and they looked to the west,
And it like the promised land.
bright green valley with a river running through,
There was for every single hand, they thought,
There was for every single hand.

The Joads rolled away to the camp,
they cooked a stew.
And the hungry little of the jungle camp
Said: "We'd to have some, too."
"We'd like to have some, too."

Now a deputy fired loose at a man,
Shot a in the back.
he could take his aim again,
Preacher Casey him in his track, poor boy,
Casey dropped him in his track.

They Casey and they took him in jail;
And he got away.
And he met Tom Joad on the old bridge,
And these few he did say, poor boy,
few words he did say.

"I preached for the Lord a long time,
Preached about the and the poor.
Us folkses, all get together,
'Cause we ain't got a anymore.
We got a chance anymore."

Now, the come, and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge the water run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit with a club,
laid Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
They Preacher Casey on the ground.

Tom Joad, he that deputy's club,
Hit him the head.
Tom Joad took flight in the dark night,
And a and a preacher lying dead, two men,
A and a preacher lying dead.

Tom run back where his was asleep;
He her up out of bed.
An' he kissed to the mother that he loved,
Said what Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher said.

"Ever'body might be one big soul,
it looks that a-way to me.
Everywhere you look, in the day or night,
where I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm be.

little children are hungry and cry,
Wherever people free.
Wherever men are for their rights,
That's I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
where I'm a-gonna be."