Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and in the bright air
Let the soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose 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 children return from the oppressor's
look behind at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the fair rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

For empire is no
And now the lion and shall cease

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

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

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

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

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 and a blessing on every blast

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

While our olive and vine sing and laugh our door
And our children bring fruits and
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

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