Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that
Who no treasure but hope,
No riches laid up but a 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 over them, have been under the of masters,
and though gentle, served churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I have spoken with 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 with desire;
My heart is heavy the grief 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 that they have served, they who should be
Reddened for that they have gone in want, others have been full,
Reddened for they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could borne stripes on my body
than this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being full of
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 they are despite their chains.
That they are greater than 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 dear God who loves the
For whom he died naked, shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than desire to be free?
We will try it out with you ye that harried and held,
Ye that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!