Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 1)

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

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

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

He his mother's old fashion shoe,
Found his hat.
And he little Muley and Muley said,
"They've tractored 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 made a mighty heavy load;
But Grandpa did cry.
He picked up a of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the till I die."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wherever little children are and cry,
Wherever ain't free.
men are fightin' for their rights,
That's where I'm be, Ma.
That's I'm a-gonna be."