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 laid up but a of an ancient glory
My mother me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
had masters over them, have been under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have worn shameful manacles, have been bitten at the by manacles,
have grown with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul than the souls 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 I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry their desire;
My heart is with the grief 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 should be
Reddened for they have gone in want, while others have been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I have borne stripes on my body
than this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being full of
I to my people, and I speak in my people's name to
The of my people:
I say to my people they are holy,
they are august despite their chains.
That they are greater those 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 God who loves the people
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the that 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 than men's desire to be
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!