Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;
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 children whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands that have mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have shameful 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 of these 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 have vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that have with God on the top of his holy hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is with the grief of mothers,
My have been wet with the tears of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And and cursed with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, 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 could have stripes on my body
Rather than this of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The masters of my
I say to my people they are holy,
That they are august their chains.
they are greater than 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 masters: Beware
Beware of the that is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take what ye not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or law is stronger than life,
And than men's desire to be
We try it out with you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!