Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Hill

Joe Hill come over from Sweden
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 for the promised land
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work
Before he began to
Before he began to

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

And Joe rolled on job to job
From the docks to the line
And no matter how hungry the hand wrote
In his he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing

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

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

Now, the were 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 a song
In the morning he raise them with a song

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

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

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 it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, he it 'cause he had the will to live

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

Oh, are the ways of western law
Strange are the ways of
For the government to the mine owner's call
That the was appointed 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
there'd be one less singer in the land
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 Lord have mercy on soul
May the Lord mercy on your soul"

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

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 rifle bullet 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 he died
It's the of a rebel that he died

Now, some say Joe was as charged
And some say he wasn't there
And I nobody will ever know
'Cause the records all disappeared
'Cause the court records all

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

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