Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have
Have had masters them, have been under the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands that have mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, 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 of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul greater than the of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the 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 with their sorrow, I am hungry their desire;
My heart is heavy the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with men;
Their is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
Reddened for that they have in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in of lawyers and their jailors.
their 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, full of vision:
I to my people, and I speak in my people's name to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are august their chains.
That they are greater than that hold them
And and purer,
That they have but 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 the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's to be free?
We will try it out with you ye that harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!