Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out 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 never seen a smile in thirty weary

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

For empire is no
And now the and wolf shall cease

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

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a
Or wisdom for a 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 none to buy

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

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

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

To hear sounds of in the thunder storm
That destroys our 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 bring fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are forgotten
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

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