Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches laid up but a of an ancient glory
My mother me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the blood of
The children with whom I played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been under the of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have worn shameful manacles, have been at the wrist by manacles,
grown hard with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have submitted;
I that have a soul than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the gift of speech,
I that have with 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 with their
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
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they served, they who should be free
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for that have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne stripes on my
than 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 masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
they are august despite their chains.
That they are greater than those that them
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the 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 masters:
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the people
Who shall take ye would not give.
Did ye to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's desire to be
We will try it out with you ye that harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!