Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

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

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

John Brown was an abolitionist
He did his thing at Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to lead a slave
Because the West Virginian made him holt.
He got caught by racists who weren't down
his liberal 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.
John Brown, Brown,
We just know how
You could think you'd get away with this.
His public execution was their diss.

CHORUS

So I'm here at Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate with John Brown, 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 the witches three.
He looks into my eyes, like two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm surprise to see Brown today,
Levitating like Slimer, and 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 look to a new society,
And that he digs the song I did B.