Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John in 1859
After his did not go fine.
Trying to free the was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in the of Oz.
And I know got John Brown 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 rifles long turned to clay.
But I figure it's time to him some respect,
After all his spirit must be abject
After lynched for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a hand is what he needs.
So I'm here in Virginia with my Oujia Board,
To bring back faith in a soldier ignored.
It's you'd think my intentions are scary,
With séance that I'm having at Harpers Ferry.

'Cause now I'm channeling John ghost.

John Brown was an abolitionist
He did his at Harpers Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to lead a slave
Because the West Virginian army him holt.
He got caught by some who weren't down
With his liberation, much too profound.
He was the souls of a suppressed race,
Society cut him down, their morals in face.
They said John Brown, John
surrender 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 Harpers Ferry, waiting for a
To with John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his very brave
respect 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 surprise to see today,
like Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he tired, and he looks warn,
The in his eyes is somewhat forlorn.
I ask him for on racial harmony
He tells me to fighting bigotry.
He we can look forward to a new society,
And he digs the song I did with B.