Luyện nghe bài hát The Rebel

I am of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;
Who have no but hope,
No riches up but a memory 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 hands that have mine,
the dear hands touch Is familiar to me
worn shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard the manacles and the task-work of strangers.
I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone I have never submitted;
I that have a greater than the souls of my people's masters,
I that have vision and prophecy, and the of fiery speech,
I that have spoken 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 with their
My is heavy with the grief of mothers,
My eyes have been wet the tears of children,
I have yearned with old men,
And laughed and cursed young men;
Their shame is my shame, and I have for it
Reddened for that they have served, they who be free
Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others have full,
Reddened for that they walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors.
With their of Summons and their handcuffs,
Men and cruel.
I could have stripes on my body
Rather than shame of my people.
And now I speak, being full of
I speak to my people, and I in my people's name to
The of my people:
I say to my people that are holy,
they are august despite their chains.
That they are greater those 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 whom he naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people's masters:
Beware of the thing that is coming, 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 than men's to be free?
We try it out with you ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have and bribed.
Tyrants... hypocrites... liars!