Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the
Let him look up the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul up in darkness and in sighing
face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon are open
And let his and children return from the oppressor's scourge
They behind at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the fair moon rejoices in the and cloudless night

For is no more
And now the lion and wolf shall

For everything that lives is
For that lives is holy
For that lives is holy
For that lives is holy

What is the price of Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market none come to buy

And in the withered field where the farmer plows for bread in
It is an thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to on the wagon loaded with corn
It is an thing to talk of patience to the afflicted

To speak the laws of prudence to the wanderer
To listen to the hungry cry in wintry season
the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs

It is an thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog at the wintry door
The ox in the house moan
To see a God on wind and a blessing on every blast

To hear of love in the thunder storm
That destroys our enemies'
To rejoice in the that covers his field
And the sickness cuts off his children

While our and vine sing and laugh 'round our door
And our children fruits and flowers
the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the slave at the mill
And the in chains and the poor in the prison

And the soldier in the
When the shattered hath laid him groaning
the happier dead
It is an easy thing to in the tents of prosperity
Thus, could I sing and thus, but it is not so with me