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 faulk was known.
He talked to thousands with a mind that was his own,
But he could not close his eyes the lists were passed around,
So he tried to move the union to tear the down.

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

slowly, oh so slowly, his life began 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, he'd work again.

And he could not believe what his sad had found.
He stared in disbelief as his world came down,
And as the noose grew tighter, at last the trap was
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 you must hide?
And is there any end to long road of despair?
Is there any end to the pain that you must

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

Hey, you blacklist, you blacklist, I've seen what you 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 those that do not have a brain, or that do not care.

And you men who point your and spread your lies 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 there by his side.

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