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 up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I eaten
Have had masters them, have been under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The that have touched mine,
the dear hands 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 bone I that have never
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 have spoken with God on the top of his hill.
And because I am of the people, I the people,
I am sorrowful their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is heavy the grief of mothers,
My have been wet with the tears of children,
I have yearned with old men,
And and cursed with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they have in want, while others have been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have stripes on my body
Rather this 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 that they are holy,
That are august despite their chains.
That are greater than those that hold them
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the dear God who loves the
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my masters: Beware
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the people
Who shall take 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 have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!