Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Harry TMoore

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

It in Florida, the land of flowers.
It was on a night.
Men came stealing the orange groves,
Men of carrying dynamite.
It was to a cottage,
The family in the of Moore.
At the window sprigs of holly,
A fine at the door.
It was on a evening
And the prayers were said.
Mother, father, and
went to bed.
The fathers name was Moore,
of the NAACP.
He for the right for us to live.
folk must be free.

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

It could not be in name
the bedroom floor,
On Christmas night the hid
the bomb for Moore.
It not be in Jesus name
The took his life.
And his home to pieces
And killed his wife.
It could not be for the sake of
They did this thing.
But when the exploded and the Moores died,
No were heard to sing.

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

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

So if you see our Moore
on a Christmas night,
Dont you and run and hide
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 the grave he cries:
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for never dies!
never dies, I say!
Freedom dies!
No bomb can the dreams I hold, for freedom never dies.