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 slaves was a 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 text-book bound.
And I know his body's a away,
And I know his rifles have turned to clay.
But I it's time to bring him some respect,
After all his spirit be quite abject
After being lynched for deeds,
Giving a hand is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in Virginia with my Oujia Board,
To bring faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's possible you'd think my 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, he missed
The opportunity to lead a revolt
the West Virginian army made him holt.
He got caught by racists who weren't down
his liberal liberation, much too profound.
He was saving the souls of a race,
cut him down, shoved their morals in face.
They said Brown, John Brown
Just now.
John Brown, Brown,
We just know how
You could ever think you'd get away this.
His public was their ultimate diss.

CHORUS

So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a
To communicate with Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his brave deeds
Occasional respect is the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he to me
I'm Macbeth, and he's the witches three.
He looks my eyes, like they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm surprise to see Brown today,
Levitating Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The expression in his is somewhat forlorn.
I ask him for advice on racial
He tells me to continue bigotry.
He we can look forward to a new society,
And that he digs the song I did B.