Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

Oh his clothes were and his hopes were high
As he for the promised land
And it a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
he began 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 like he on a tune
You almost hear him whistling on a tune

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, strange are the ways of law
Strange are the ways of
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 can be had but not for a union man
And Joe was by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in the
There'd be one less singer in the

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

Even President Wilson up the day
But even he would
For heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City
Of the soul in the Lake City jail

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

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

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

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

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