Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John in 1859
his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the was a noble cause,
Like putting faith in the Wizard of Oz.
And I they've got John Brown in the ground,
Yet I know his story's not text-book bound.
And I know his body's a away,
And I know his have long turned to clay.
But I it's time to bring him some respect,
After all his spirit be quite abject
After being for humanitarian deeds,
Giving a hand is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in West with my Oujia Board,
To bring faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's you'd think my intentions are scary,
With this séance that I'm having at Ferry.

'Cause now I'm John Brown's ghost.

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

REPEAT

So I'm here at Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate with Brown, through his mind.
And I'm on his very brave deeds
Occasional respect is the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he to me
Like I'm Macbeth, and the witches three.
He looks my eyes, like they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite to see Brown today,
Levitating Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The expression in his is somewhat forlorn.
I ask him for advice on racial
He me to continue fighting bigotry.
He says we can forward to a new society,
And that he digs the I did with B.