Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave at the mill run out into the field
Let him up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are
And let his wife and children return the oppressor's scourge
They look at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has left his and has found a fresher morning
And the moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

For empire is no
And now the lion and wolf shall

For everything lives is holy
For everything lives is holy
For everything lives is holy
For everything that is holy

What is the price of Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is with the price
Of all a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy

And in the withered field where the farmer plows for in vain
It is an thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to on the wagon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of to the afflicted

To speak the laws of to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of

It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful
To hear the dog howl at the wintry
The ox in the slaughter moan
To see a God on every wind and a on every blast

To hear sounds of love in the storm
That destroys our house
To in the blight that covers his field
And the sickness that off his children

While our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our
And our children bring and flowers
Then the and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the slave at the mill
And the captive in chains and the in the prison

And the soldier in the
When the bone hath laid him groaning
the happier dead
It is an easy to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus, could I sing and thus, rejoice but it is not so me