Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

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

On the tv and the john henry faulk was known.
He talked to many thousands with a mind was his own,
But he could not his eyes when the lists were passed around,
So he to move the union to tear the blacklist 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 away their 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 were strange,
And he finally saw the of the hidden poison pen
they told him that his job was through, he'd never work again.

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

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

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

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

And you men who point your fingers and spread lies around,
You men who left your souls behind and 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 there by his side.

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