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 memory of an ancient
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother was born,
I am of the of serfs;
The with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, been under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the hands whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, have been at the wrist by manacles,
have grown with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul than the souls of my people's masters,
I that vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have spoken with God on the top of his hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is heavy with the of mothers,
My eyes have been wet the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who should be
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I have borne stripes on my body
Rather this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people's to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are august despite 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 dear God who loves the
For he died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the thing that is coming, of the risen people
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger life,
And men's desire to be free?
We will try it out with you ye that harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!