Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung John 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 not fully text-book 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
After lynched for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a is exactly what he needs.
So I'm in West Virginia with my Oujia Board,
To back faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's you'd think my intentions are scary,
this 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, he missed
The opportunity to a slave revolt
Because the West Virginian made him holt.
He got caught by some who weren't down
With his liberation, much too profound.
He was saving the souls of a race,
Society cut him down, shoved morals in face.
They said John Brown, John
surrender now.
John Brown, Brown,
We just know how
You ever think you'd get away with this.
His public execution was ultimate diss.

CHORUS

So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, for a sign
To communicate with John Brown, his mind.
And I'm on his very brave deeds
Occasional is what the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he to me
I'm Macbeth, and he's 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,
like Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The expression in his is somewhat forlorn.
I ask him for on racial harmony
He tells me to fighting bigotry.
He we can look forward to a new society,
And that he digs the I did with B.