Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that
Who no treasure but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My bore me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters them, have been under the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard the manacles and the task-work 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 soul greater than the of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the gift of speech,
I that have spoken with God on the top of his hill.
And because I am of the people, I the people,
I am sorrowful with sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is heavy with the of mothers,
My eyes have wet with the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and with young men;
shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they have in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I have borne stripes on my body
Rather than shame of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I in my people's name to
The of my people:
I say to my people that are holy,
That are august despite their chains.
That they are greater than those hold them
And and purer,
That they but need of courage, and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the God who loves the people
For he died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my masters: Beware
Beware of the thing that is coming, of the risen people
Who shall 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 with you ye have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!