Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the air
Let the soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never a smile in thirty weary years

Rose and out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors 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 left his blackness and has a fresher morning
And the fair rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

For empire is no
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or for a dance 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 market where none come to buy

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

To the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in season
When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of

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

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

While our olive and vine sing and 'round our door
And our children bring fruits and
Then the groan and the are quite forgotten
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

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