Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

I'll tell you the story of henry faulk.
I'll you of his trials and the troubled trail he walked,
And I'll tell of the tyrants, the ones you never
Murder is the role 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 the lists were passed around,
So he tried to move the union to the blacklist down.

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

Then slowly, oh so slowly, his life to change.
would avoid his eyes, his friends were actin' strange,
And he finally saw the power of the poison pen
When they told him that his job was through, he'd work again.

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

And is there any to the fears that grow inside?
Is there any bottom to the that you must hide?
And is there any end to long 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 them into court,
And there the stand they could not hide behind their eyes,
And the of the fascist was displayed before our eyes.

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

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

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