Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Joad (Part 2)

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

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

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

He found his old fashion shoe,
his daddy's hat.
And he little 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 made a mighty heavy
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 stayin' with the farm I die."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom run back his mother was asleep;
He her up out of bed.
An' he goodbye to the mother that he loved,
what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said Preacher Casey 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 I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
where I'm a-gonna be.

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