Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

I'll tell you the of john henry faulk.
tell you of his trials and the troubled trail he walked,
And I'll tell of the tyrants, the ones you see:
Murder is the role they play and is their fee.

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

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

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

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

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

His wife and children trembled, the time was short,
When a man of law got on their and took them into court,
And there upon the stand they not hide behind their eyes,
And the cancer of the fascist was 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 found is, the only ones you spare
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 right 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 to beg upon the streets
Than earn my bread on dead men's and crawl beneath your feet.
And I will not play your game and hate you in return,
For it's only the love of man the blacklist can be burned.