Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

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

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

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

CHORUS

So I'm here at Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his brave deeds
respect is what the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he to me
I'm Macbeth, and he's the witches three.
He into my eyes, like they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm surprise 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 racial
He tells me to continue bigotry.
He says we can forward to a new society,
And that he digs the song I did B.