Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am come of the seed of the people, the people sorrow;
Who no treasure but hope,
No riches laid up but a memory of an glory
My mother bore me in bondage, in my mother 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 gentle, have served churls.
The hands that touched mine,
the dear whose touch Is familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles, have been at the wrist by manacles,
have hard 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 have a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech,
I that spoken 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 hungry their desire;
My heart is heavy with the of mothers,
My eyes have been wet with the of children,
I have yearned with old men,
And and cursed with young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who should be
Reddened for that they gone in want, while others have been full,
Reddened for they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With Writs of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could borne stripes on my body
Rather this shame of my people.
And now I speak, being 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 are august despite their chains.
That they are than those that hold them
And and purer,
That they but need of courage, and to call 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 people's masters:
Beware of the thing that is coming, 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 men's desire to be
We will try it out you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that bullied and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!