Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the
Let him look up the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years

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

For empire is no
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

What is the price of 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
is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy

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

To speak the laws of to the homeless wanderer
To to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs

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

To hear sounds of in the thunder storm
That our enemies' house
To rejoice in the blight that his field
And the sickness that off his children

While our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our
And our children bring fruits and
the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

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