Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the run out into the field
Let him look up into the and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in darkness and in
Whose face has never seen a smile in weary years

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are
And let his wife and children from the oppressor's scourge
They look behind at every step and it is a dream
Singing, the sun has left his blackness and has a fresher morning
And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless

For is no more
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

What is the of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his
Wisdom is in the desolate market where none come to buy

And in the field where 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 corn
It is an easy thing to of patience to the afflicted

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

It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful
To hear the dog howl at the door
The ox in the house moan
To see a God on every and a blessing on every blast

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

While our and vine sing and laugh 'round our door
And our children fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are forgotten
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in and the poor in the prison

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