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 enchained shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in weary years

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon are open
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's
They look behind at step 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 is no more
And now the lion and shall cease

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

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

And in the field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an thing 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 talk of 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 wine and with the marrow of lambs

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

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

While our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our
And our children fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the are quite forgotten
And the slave at the mill
And the captive in chains and the in the prison

And the soldier in the
When the shattered bone hath laid him
Among the 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