Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out the field
Let him look up into the heavens and in the bright air
Let the enchained soul up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has seen a smile in thirty weary years

Rose and look out, his are loose, his dungeon doors are open
And let his and children return from the oppressor's scourge
They look behind at every step and believe it is a
Singing, the sun has his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and night

For empire is no
And now the lion and shall cease

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

What is the of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where come to buy

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

To speak the laws of prudence to the wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry
When the red blood is with wine and with the marrow of lambs

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

To sounds of love in the thunder storm
destroys our enemies' house
To rejoice in the that covers his field
And the sickness cuts off his children

our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our door
And our children bring fruits and
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the slave at the mill
And the captive in and the poor in the prison

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