Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that
Who no treasure but hope,
No laid up but a memory of an ancient glory
My mother me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,
I am of the of serfs;
The children with whom I played, the men and women with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been the lash of masters,
and gentle, have served churls.
The that have touched mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn 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 of their bone I that have never 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 I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am with their desire;
My heart is heavy the grief of mothers,
My eyes have wet with the tears of children,
I yearned with old wistful men,
And laughed and cursed with young
Their is my shame, and I have reddened for it
Reddened for that they have served, who should be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while have been full,
Reddened for 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, being of vision:
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people's to
The of my people:
I say to my people that are holy,
That they are august despite chains.
That they are greater those 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 dear God who loves the
For whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's Beware
Beware of the thing is coming, beware of the risen people
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is than life,
And than desire to be free?
We will try it out with you ye have harried and held,
Ye have bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!