Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

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

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

Because John Brown was an
He did his thing at Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to a slave revolt
Because the West army made him holt.
He got by some racists who weren't down
With his liberal liberation, too profound.
He was saving the souls of a race,
cut him down, shoved their morals in face.
They John Brown, John Brown
surrender now.
John Brown, Brown,
We don't know how
You could think you'd 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 very brave
Occasional is what the dead need.
all of a sudden, he appears to me
Like I'm Macbeth, and the witches three.
He looks into my eyes, like two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite to see Brown today,
Levitating Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he tired, and he looks 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 forward to a new society,
And that he digs the I did with B.