Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave grinding at the run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the air
Let the soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary

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

For is no more
And now the lion and wolf cease

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

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

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

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

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

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

While our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our
And our children bring and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the poor in the

And the in the field
When the shattered bone hath him groaning
Among the happier
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of
Thus, could I sing and thus, rejoice but it is not so me