Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches laid up but a of an ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother was born,
I am of the of serfs;
The children with whom I have played, the men and women whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been under the of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I have never submitted;
I that have a soul greater than the of my people's masters,
I that have and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have with God on the top of his holy hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry with desire;
My heart is with the grief of mothers,
My eyes been wet with the tears of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And and cursed with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I reddened for it
Reddened for they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and jailors.
their Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne on my body
than this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The masters of my
I say to my that they are holy,
That they are despite their chains.
That they are than those that hold them
And and purer,
That have but need of courage, and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the God who loves the people
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my masters: Beware
Beware of the that is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's to be free?
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!