Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well hung John Brown in 1859
After his did not go fine.
Trying to the slaves 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 his body's a molderin' 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 what he needs.
So I'm here in Virginia with my Oujia Board,
To bring back faith in a soldier ignored.
It's possible you'd my intentions are scary,
With this séance that I'm having at Ferry.

'Cause now I'm channeling John ghost.

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

REPEAT

So I'm at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate with John Brown, 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 into my eyes, like they're two
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite to see Brown today,
Levitating like Slimer, and as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The expression in his eyes is forlorn.
I ask him for on racial harmony
He tells me to fighting bigotry.
He says we can look to a new society,
And that he the song I did with B.