Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Henry Faulk

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

On the tv and the radio john henry was known.
He talked to many thousands with a that was his own,
But he could not close his eyes when the 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 against the blacklist he had no chance at all,
But he laughed away warnings and he laughed away their fears:
For how could lies destroy the work of 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 power of the hidden pen
When they him that his job was through, he'd never work again.

And he could not believe his sad eyes had found.
He stared in disbelief as his world came down,
And as the noose tighter, at last 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 fears that grow
Is there any bottom to the hate that you hide?
And is there any end to your road of despair?
Is any end to the pain that you must bear?

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

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

And you men who point your fingers and spread your around,
You men who left your souls behind and us to the ground,
You can put my name right there, I will not try to hide --
For if one man on the blacklist, I'll be right there by his side.

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