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 mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I have played, the men and with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, served churls.
The that have touched mine,
the dear hands touch Is familiar to me
Have shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard with the and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I 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 spoken God on the top of his holy hill.
And because I am of the people, I the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry their desire;
My heart is heavy the grief of mothers,
My eyes been wet with the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with young
shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who should be
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that they have in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have stripes on my body
Rather this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being full of
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The of my people:
I say to my that they 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 the people
For whom he died naked, shame.
And I say to my people's Beware
Beware of the thing that is coming, of the risen people
Who shall take what ye not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is than life,
And than men's to be free?
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!