Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

I'll tell you the story of john faulk.
tell 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 they play and hatred is 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 close his when the lists were passed around,
So he tried to move the to tear the blacklist down.

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

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

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

And is there any bottom to the that grow inside?
Is any bottom 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,
a man of law got on their 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 seen 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 your lies around,
You men who left your souls behind and us to the ground,
You can put my name right down there, I not try to hide --
For if there's one man on the blacklist, I'll be right by his side.

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