Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Harry TMoore

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It seems I hear Harry Moore; from the his voice still cries:
No can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom never dies.
Freedom never dies, I say. Freedom dies.
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold for never dies.

It in Florida, the land of flowers.
It was on a night.
Men came through the orange groves,
Men of hate dynamite.
It was to a cottage,
The in the name of Moore.
At the window sprigs of holly,
A fine at the door.
It was on a Christmas
And the family prayers said.
Mother, father, and
Grandmother to bed.
The fathers was Harry Moore,
of the NAACP.
He fought for the for us to live.
Black must be free.

It seems I hear Moore; from the earth his voice still cries:
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom dies.
never dies, I say. Freedom never dies.
No bomb can kill the I hold for freedom never dies.

It could not be in Jesus
the bedroom floor,
On Christmas the killers hid
the for Harry Moore.
It not be in Jesus name
The killers his life.
And blew his to pieces
And killed his wife.
It could not be for the of love
They did awful thing.
But when the bomb exploded and the died,
No hearts heard to sing.

And certainly no cried,
Peace on earth, good to men.
But round the world, an echo
The question, When, when,
will people, in Jesus name,
And will they, by prayer,
Know that one has the right
To stand up
will people for the sake of peace,
The of democracy,
Know that no you can make
Can stop us being free?

It seems I hear Moore; from the earth his voice still cries:
No can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom never dies.
Freedom never dies, I say. Freedom dies.
No can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom never dies.

So if you see our Moore
Walking on a night,
Dont you fear and run and
He has no dynamite.
For in his heart is love
For all the race.
All he is for each of us
To have our place.

And this he says, our Harry Moore, as from the he cries:
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom dies!
Freedom dies, I say!
never dies!
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom dies.