Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who no treasure 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 children with whom I played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been under the of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands have touched 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 flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their I that have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I have 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 with the of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have yearned with old men,
And laughed and cursed young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
Reddened for they have gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could borne stripes on my body
Rather than shame of my people.
And now I speak, full 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 than those that them
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the 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
Beware of the thing is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take what ye not give.
Did ye think to the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And men's desire to be free?
We will try it out with you ye have harried and held,
Ye that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!