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 my mother was born,
I am of the of serfs;
The children with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I eaten
Have had masters them, have been under the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The that have touched mine,
the dear hands whose touch Is to me
Have worn shameful manacles, been bitten 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 of their bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a soul greater than the souls of my masters,
I that 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 sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My heart is heavy with the of mothers,
My have been wet with the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for they have served, they who should be free
Reddened for they have gone in want, while others have been full,
for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their Writs of and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have borne stripes on my
than this shame of my people.
And now I speak, full of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my name to
The masters of my
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are august their chains.
That they are greater than that hold 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 he died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the thing is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall what ye would not give.
Did ye think to 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 that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!