Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Harry TMoore

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It I hear Harry Moore; from the earth his voice still cries:
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom dies.
Freedom never dies, I say. never 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 stealing the orange groves,
Men of hate dynamite.
It was to a cottage,
The family in the of Moore.
At the window sprigs of holly,
A wreath at the door.
It was on a evening
And the family prayers said.
Mother, father, and
Grandmother to bed.
The fathers name was Moore,
of the NAACP.
He fought for the for us to live.
folk must be free.

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

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

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

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

So if you see our Moore
on a Christmas night,
Dont you fear and run and
He has no dynamite.
For in his heart is love
For all the race.
All he wants is for 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!
Freedom dies, I say!
never dies!
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for freedom dies.