Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I have played, the men and women whom 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 dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have worn manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of bone I that have never submitted;
I have a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the of fiery speech,
I that spoken with God on the top of his holy hill.
And because I am of the people, I the people,
I am with their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes been wet with the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and with young men;
Their is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, others have been full,
Reddened for that have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and 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 to my people, and I speak in my people's name to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That are august despite their chains.
That they are greater than that hold them
And and purer,
That they have but 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:
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's to be free?
We will try it out with you ye that harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!