Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got by a Bowery bar
up the saloon
As his rag would over the barroom rail
Sounded like he whistled on a
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 fine
In his letters he was always doing

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

So he out for the California shore
things were 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 strikes were bloody and the
Were black as hard as were long
In the dark of night Joe would stay and write
In the morning he would raise them with a
In the morning he would raise with a song

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

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

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

Then the trial was held in a of wood
And there the killer be named
And the weighed more than the cold copper ore
'Cause he that he was being framed
'Cause he out that 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 appointed by the
Yes, the judge was appointed by the

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

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

Even President held up the day
But he would fail
For nobody the soul searching words
Of the in the Salt Lake City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake 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 buried in his heart
a rifle bullet buried in his heart

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

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

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

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