Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John Brown in
his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a cause,
Like putting one's faith in the of Oz.
And I know they've got John in the ground,
Yet I know his story's not text-book bound.
And I his body's a molderin' away,
And I know his have long turned to clay.
But I figure it's time to him some respect,
After all his spirit must be abject
After being lynched for deeds,
Brown a hand is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in West Virginia my Oujia Board,
To bring faith in a soldier long ignored.
possible you'd think my intentions are scary,
With this that I'm having at Harpers Ferry.

'Cause now I'm channeling John ghost.

John Brown was an abolitionist
He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, he missed
The opportunity to lead a slave
Because the Virginian army made him holt.
He got caught by some racists who weren't
With his liberation, much too profound.
He was the souls of a suppressed race,
Society cut him down, shoved morals in face.
They said John Brown, John
Just now.
John Brown, Brown,
We don't know how
You could ever think you'd get away this.
His public execution was their diss.

REPEAT

So I'm at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his very deeds
Occasional is what the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he to me
I'm Macbeth, and he's the witches three.
He looks into my eyes, like two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite to see Brown today,
like Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he tired, and he looks warn,
The expression in his eyes is forlorn.
I ask him for advice on harmony
He tells me to continue bigotry.
He says we can look to a new society,
And he digs the song I did with B.