Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John Brown in
After his did not go fine.
Trying to free the was a noble cause,
Like one's faith in the Wizard of Oz.
And I know 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 it's time to bring him some respect,
After all his spirit must be abject
After being for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in West with my Oujia Board,
To back faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's possible 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 made him holt.
He got caught by some who weren't down
his liberal liberation, much too profound.
He was the souls of a suppressed race,
Society cut him down, shoved their in face.
They John Brown, John Brown
surrender now.
John Brown, Brown,
We don't know how
You could ever you'd get away with this.
His public was their ultimate diss.

REPEAT

So I'm here at Ferry, waiting for a sign
To with John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm on his very brave deeds
Occasional respect is the dead need.
all of a sudden, he appears 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 surprise to see Brown today,
Levitating Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The expression in his eyes is forlorn.
I ask him for advice on racial
He tells me to fighting bigotry.
He we can look forward to a new society,
And he digs the song I did with B.