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,
Like one's faith in the Wizard of Oz.
And I they've got John Brown in the ground,
Yet I know his not fully text-book bound.
And I know his a molderin' away,
And I know his rifles have turned to clay.
But I figure it's time to bring him respect,
After all his spirit must be quite
After being for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a 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 think my intentions are scary,
With this séance I'm having at Harpers Ferry.

'Cause now I'm channeling John ghost.

Because John Brown was an
He did his at Harpers Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to lead a revolt
Because the West army made him holt.
He got caught by racists who weren't down
With his liberal liberation, too profound.
He was saving the souls of a race,
cut him down, shoved their morals in face.
They said John Brown, Brown
surrender 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 Ferry, waiting for a sign
To with John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his 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 into my eyes, like they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you be Lars."
And I'm quite to see Brown 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 racial
He tells me to continue bigotry.
He we can look forward to a new society,
And that he digs the I did with B.