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 in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in and in sighing
Whose face has never a smile in thirty weary years

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

For is no more
And now the lion and wolf shall

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

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought 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 plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to in the summer's sun
And in the and to sing on the wagon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the

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

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

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

While our olive and vine sing and laugh our door
And our bring fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the slave at the mill
And the in chains and the poor in the prison

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