Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John Brown in
his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the was a noble cause,
putting one's faith 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 body's a away,
And I his rifles have long turned to clay.
But I figure time to bring him some respect,
After all his spirit must be abject
After being for humanitarian deeds,
Brown a hand is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in West Virginia my Oujia Board,
To bring faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's possible you'd my intentions are scary,
With séance that I'm having at Harpers Ferry.

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

John Brown was an abolitionist
He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, though he
The to lead a slave revolt
Because the Virginian army made him holt.
He got by some racists who weren't down
With his 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 just know how
You could ever think you'd get away this.
His public execution was their diss.

REPEAT

So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a
To communicate John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm on his very brave deeds
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, they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite surprise to see 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 harmony
He me to continue fighting bigotry.
He says we can look to a new society,
And he digs the song I did with B.