Luyện nghe bài hát Victor Jara

words by Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor of Chile
Lived a shooting star
He fought for the people of
With his and his guitar
His were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor Jara was a
He worked from a few old
He sat upon his plow
And watched the unfold
His hands were gentle, his were strong

Now when the had a wedding
Or one of children died
His mother all night for them
With by her side
His hands were gentle, his were strong

He up to be a fighter
Against the wrongs
He listened to their and joy
And turned them into
His hands were gentle, his were strong

He sang the copper miners
And those who the land
He sang the factory workers
And they he was their man
His were gentle, his hands were strong

He campaigned for
Working and day
He sang "Take hold of your brothers
You the future begins today"
His hands gentle, his hands were strong

Then the generals seized
They arrested then
They caged him in a
five-thousand frightened men
His were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor stood in the
His voice was brave and
And he sang for his prisoners
Till the cut short his song
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

They the bones in both his hands
They beat his head
They tore him with shocks
And two long days of torture, they shot him dead
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

Now the generals rule Chile
And the British have their
For they rule with Hunters
And they with Chieftain tanks
His hands were gentle, his hands strong

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