Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

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

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are
And let his wife and children return from the scourge
They behind at every step and believe it is a dream
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 lion and wolf shall

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

What is the 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
is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy

And in the withered where the farmer plows for bread 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 thing to talk of patience to the

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

It is an thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog at the wintry 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 blight that his field
And the sickness that off his children

While our and vine sing and laugh 'round our door
And our children fruits and flowers
Then the and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

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