Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory of an ancient
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 women with whom I have
Have had masters over them, been under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, have churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the hands whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that 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 with their sorrow, I am with their desire;
My heart is with the grief of mothers,
My eyes been wet with the tears of children,
I have yearned old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I reddened for it
Reddened for that they served, they who should be free
for that they have gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I have borne stripes on my body
Rather this shame of my people.
And now I speak, full of vision:
I to my people, and I speak in my people's name to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are despite their chains.
That they are greater than those that hold
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to 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 thing that is coming, of the risen people
Who shall what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger life,
And men's desire to be free?
We will try it out with you ye that have and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!