Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

I'll you the story of john henry faulk.
I'll tell you of his trials and the troubled he walked,
And I'll of the tyrants, the ones you never see:
Murder is the they play and hatred is their fee.

On the tv and the radio john henry was known.
He talked to many thousands with a that was his own,
But he could not close his eyes when the lists passed around,
So he tried to move the union to tear the down.

His friends they tried to him he was headin' for a fall.
If he spoke against the he had no chance at all,
But he laughed away their warnings and he laughed away fears:
For how could destroy the work of many honest years?

Then slowly, oh so slowly, his life to change.
People would avoid his eyes, his friends actin' strange,
And he finally saw the of the hidden poison pen
When they told him that his job was through, never work again.

And he could not believe his sad eyes had found.
He stared in disbelief as his came tumblin' down,
And as the grew tighter, at last the trap was clear:
For every place he turned to go, that list would be there
-- oh, list.

And is there any to the fears that grow inside?
Is there any to the hate that you must hide?
And is there any end to your road of despair?
Is there any end to the pain that you bear?

His wife and children trembled, the was runnin' short,
When a man of law got on their side and took them court,
And there upon the stand they could not hide their eyes,
And the cancer of the was displayed before our eyes.

Hey, you blacklist, you blacklist, seen what you have done.
I've seen the men you've ruined and the lives tried to run,
But the one thing that I've found is, the ones you spare
Are that do not have a brain, or those that do not care.

And you men who point your fingers and spread your around,
You men who your souls behind and drag us to the ground,
You can put my name right down there, I will not try to --
For if there's one man on the blacklist, I'll be right by his side.

For I'd rather go hungry to beg the streets
earn my bread on dead men's souls and crawl beneath your feet.
And I will not play hater's game and hate you in return,
For only through the love of man the blacklist can be burned.