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 his story's not fully text-book bound.
And I know his body's a away,
And I know his rifles have turned to clay.
But I figure it's time to him some respect,
After all his must be quite abject
being lynched for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a hand is exactly he needs.
So I'm here in West Virginia with my Board,
To bring back faith in a soldier ignored.
It's possible think my intentions are scary,
With this séance that I'm having at Ferry.

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

Because John Brown was an
He did his at Harpers Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to lead a revolt
Because the West Virginian made him holt.
He got caught by some racists who down
With his 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.
Brown, John Brown,
We just don't how
You could ever think get away with this.
His public was their ultimate diss.

CHORUS

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