Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my was born,
I am of the of serfs;
The children with whom I have played, the men and women with I have eaten
Have had masters over them, been under the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the hands whose touch Is familiar to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard with the and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul greater than the souls of my masters,
I have vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have spoken with God on the top of his hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with men;
shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who should be
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others been full,
Reddened for they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I have borne stripes on my body
Rather than this of my people.
And now I speak, full of vision:
I speak to my people, and I in my people's name to
The masters of my
I say to my that they are holy,
That are august despite their chains.
That they are greater those that hold them
And and purer,
That they but need of courage, and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the dear God who loves the
For he died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger life,
And than men's desire to be
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!