Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the that sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory of an glory
My bore 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 though gentle, served churls.
The hands have touched mine,
the dear hands touch Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, have been at the wrist by manacles,
have grown with the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of bone I that have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the gift of speech,
I that have spoken with God on the top of his hill.
And I am of the people, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire;
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have 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, they who be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while have been full,
Reddened for that they have walked in fear of and their jailors.
With their Writs of Summons and 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 of my people:
I say to my that they are holy,
That they are august their chains.
That they are greater than those that hold
And and purer,
That they have but of courage, and to call on the name 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 that is coming, beware of the risen
Who take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or law is stronger than life,
And than desire to be free?
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!