Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

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

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

And Joe got by a Bowery 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 rolled on job to job
From the docks to the line
And no how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing
In his letters he was doing fine

Oh, the years by like the sun goin' down
Slowly the page and when Joe
Looked back at the upon 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 just as bad
So he joined the workers of the world
the union was the only friend he had
'Cause the was the only friend he had

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

And he wrote his words to the of the day
To be passed along the union
And the strikes led and the songs 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 a clue to find
Oh, the proof was poor but the was sure
Joe was the killer of the
That Joe was the of the crime

Joe raised his hands but they 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 to live
Yes, he it 'cause he had the will to live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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