Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the 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 are loose, his dungeon doors are open
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's
They look behind at every and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has left his blackness and has found a morning
And the fair moon in the clear and cloudless night

For is no more
And now the lion and shall cease

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

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a
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 in the desolate market where none come to buy

And in the withered 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 laws of prudence to the wanderer
To to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filled with and with the marrow of lambs

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 wind and a blessing on every

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

While our olive and vine and laugh 'round our door
And our bring fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are forgotten
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

And the in the field
the shattered bone hath laid him groaning
Among the happier
It is an thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus, could I and thus, rejoice but it is not so with me