Luyện nghe bài hát The Séance At Harpers Ferry

Well they hung Brown in 1859
After his did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a cause,
Like putting one's faith in the of Oz.
And I know they've got John in the ground,
Yet I know his story's not fully bound.
And I know his body's a away,
And I know his rifles have long to clay.
But I figure it's time to bring him respect,
After all his spirit must be quite
being lynched for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a hand is what he needs.
So I'm here in West with my Oujia Board,
To back faith in a soldier long ignored.
possible you'd think my intentions are scary,
With séance that I'm having at Harpers Ferry.

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

Because John Brown was an
He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, though he
The opportunity to lead a revolt
Because the West Virginian army him holt.
He got caught by some racists who down
his liberal liberation, much too profound.
He was the souls of a suppressed race,
Society cut him down, shoved morals in face.
They said Brown, John Brown
surrender now.
John Brown, Brown,
We just know how
You could ever think get away with this.
His public execution was ultimate diss.

REPEAT

So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, for a sign
To communicate John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his very brave
respect is what the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he 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 Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he warn,
The in his eyes 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.