Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

I'll tell you the of john henry 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 play and hatred is fee.

On the tv and the radio henry faulk was known.
He talked to many thousands a mind that was his own,
But he could not close his eyes the lists were passed 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 against the he had no chance at all,
But he laughed away their warnings and he away their fears:
For how lies destroy the work of many honest years?

Then slowly, oh so slowly, his life to change.
People would his eyes, his friends were actin' strange,
And he finally saw the power of the poison pen
When they told him 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 last the trap was
For every he turned to go, that list would soon be there
-- oh, list.

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

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

Hey, you blacklist, you blacklist, I've what you have done.
I've seen the men you've ruined and the lives tried to run,
But the one thing that found is, the only ones you spare
Are that 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 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, 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 beneath your feet.
And I will not your hater's game and hate you in return,
For it's only through the love of man the can be burned.