Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

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

And Joe on from job to job
From the to the railroad line
And no matter how the hand that wrote
In his he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing

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

So he headed out for the California
There were just as bad
So he joined the industrial workers of the
'Cause the union was the only he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

Now, the strikes bloody and the strikes
Were black as hard as they long
In the of night Joe would stay awake and write
In the morning he would raise them with a
In the morning he would them with a song

And he wrote his to the tunes 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 on the line

Now, in Salt Lake City a was made
There was hardly a to find
Oh, the was poor but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the killer of the
Joe was the killer of the crime

Joe raised his hands but they him down
He had but guilt to give
It's a doctor I need and left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to
Yes, he made it he had the will to live

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

Oh, strange are the ways of law
Strange are the of fate
For the crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was by the state
Yes, the judge was appointed by the

Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a man
And Joe was by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in the
There'd be one singer in the land

Now, William Spry was Spry
And a life was his to
On the last appeal, fell a tear
"May the Lord have mercy on your
May the Lord have mercy on soul"

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

For 36 years he lived out his
And he more played his part
For his songs that he made, he was paid
a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a bullet 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 of a rebel that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he

Now, some say Joe was as charged
And some say he even there
And I guess nobody ever know
'Cause the records all disappeared
'Cause the court all disappeared

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

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