Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

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