Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got hired by a bar
Sweeping up the
As his rag would sail over the rail
like he whistled on a tune
You could hear him whistling on a tune

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

Oh, the went by like the sun goin' down
Slowly turn the page and Joe
Looked back at the upon his tracks
He had to show but his age
He had to show but his age

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

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

And he wrote his to the tunes of the day
To be passed along the vine
And the strikes were led and the were spread
And Joe was always on the line
Yes, Joe was always on the line

Now, in Lake City a murder was made
was hardly a clue to find
Oh, the proof was but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the of the crime
That Joe was the killer of the

Joe raised his hands but shot him down
He had nothing but guilt to
It's a I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to
Yes, he it 'cause he had the will to live

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

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

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

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

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

For 36 he lived out his days
And he more than played his
For his songs that he made, he was carefully
With a rifle bullet buried in his
a rifle bullet buried in his heart

Yes, they Joe Hill up against the wall
Blindfold over his
It's the of a rebel that he chose to live
It's the death of a rebel he died
the death of a rebel that he died

Now, say Joe was guilty as charged
And say he wasn't even there
And I guess will ever know
the court records all disappeared
'Cause the court all disappeared

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

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