Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that
Who no treasure but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I have played, the men and women with I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been under the of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the dear hands whose Is familiar to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have submitted;
I that a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I have vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have with God on the top of his holy hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am with their desire;
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet the tears of children,
I yearned 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 be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, others have been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have stripes on my body
Rather this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The of my people:
I say to my people that are holy,
they are august despite their chains.
That they are greater than those that hold
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the name of God,
God the unforgetting, the God who loves the people
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's Beware
Beware of the thing is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye think to the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And men's desire to be free?
We try it out with you ye that have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!