Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory of an ancient
My mother 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 over them, have under the lash of masters,
and though gentle, served churls.
The that have touched mine,
the dear hands whose Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, 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 that have never
I that have a soul greater than the of my people's masters,
I that have and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I have spoken with God on the top of his holy hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is heavy the grief of mothers,
My eyes have wet with the tears of children,
I have with old wistful men,
And laughed and with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others been full,
Reddened for that have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne on my body
Rather than this of my people.
And now I speak, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The masters of my
I say to my people they are holy,
That they are august despite chains.
That they are greater than that hold them
And and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the name of 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 is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take what ye 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 have harried and held,
Ye that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!