Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No riches up but a memory 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 over 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, have been bitten at the by manacles,
have grown hard with the manacles and the of strangers.
I am of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the gift of speech,
I that have spoken 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 their desire;
My heart is heavy with the of mothers,
My eyes have wet with the tears of children,
I have yearned with old men,
And laughed and cursed with young
Their shame is my shame, and I reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others have full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could borne stripes 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 people's to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are despite their chains.
That they are greater those that hold them
And and purer,
they 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 died naked, shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the that is coming, beware of the risen people
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than desire to be free?
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!