Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory of an glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard with the and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have submitted;
I that have a soul greater the souls of my people's masters,
I that vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I have spoken with God on the top of his holy hill.
And because I am of the people, I the people,
I am sorrowful with sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And laughed and with young men;
Their is my shame, and I have reddened for it
for that they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne on my body
than this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being full of
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
they are august despite their chains.
That they are greater than those hold them
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the name of God,
God the unforgetting, the dear God who loves the
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my masters: Beware
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is than 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!