Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who have no 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 children 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 though gentle, have churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have hard with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their I that have never submitted;
I have a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I have vision and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I have spoken with God on the top of his holy 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 with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with men;
Their is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne on my body
Rather this 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 they are august their chains.
That they are greater than those hold them
And and purer,
That they have but of courage, and to call on the name of their God,
God the unforgetting, the dear God who the people
For whom he naked, suffering 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 men's desire to be free?
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!