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 tell of the tyrants, the you never see:
Murder is the role they play and is their fee.

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

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

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

And he could not believe his sad eyes had found.
He in disbelief as his world 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 bottom to the fears grow inside?
Is there any to the hate that you must hide?
And is there any end to your long of despair?
Is any end to the pain that you must bear?

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

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

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

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