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 thirty years

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

For empire is no
And now the lion and shall cease

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

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

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

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

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

To hear sounds of in the thunder storm
destroys our enemies' house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his
And the that cuts off his children

While our olive and vine and laugh 'round our door
And our children bring fruits and
Then the and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the slave at the mill
And the in chains and the poor in the prison

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