Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in darkness and in
Whose face has 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
They look at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

For is no more
And now the lion and wolf cease

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

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

And in the withered where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to 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 raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is with wine and with the marrow of lambs

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

To hear sounds of in the thunder storm
destroys 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 'round our
And our children bring and flowers
Then the groan and the are quite forgotten
And the slave at the mill
And the in chains and the poor in the prison

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