Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out 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 weary years

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

For empire is no
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
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
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none to buy

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

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

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

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

While our olive and vine and laugh 'round our door
And our children bring and flowers
Then the and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the in the prison

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