Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches laid up but a 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 with I have eaten
Have had over them, have been under the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the hands whose touch Is familiar to me
worn shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard with the manacles and the of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have spoken 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 hungry with desire;
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have wet with the tears of children,
I have yearned old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed young men;
shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
for that they have gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne stripes on my
Rather than shame of my people.
And now I speak, being 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 than those that hold
And and purer,
That have but need of courage, and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the God who loves the people
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my masters: Beware
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's to be free?
We try it out with you ye that have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!