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 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 look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon are open
And let his wife and children return the oppressor's scourge
They look behind at 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 is no more
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a
Or for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where come to buy

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

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

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

To hear sounds of love in the storm
That destroys our house
To rejoice in the that covers his field
And the sickness that cuts off his

our olive and vine sing 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 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 tents of
Thus, could I and thus, rejoice but it is not so with me