Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the slave at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in darkness and in
Whose face has never a smile in thirty weary years

Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon are open
And let his wife and children return from the scourge
They look at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has left his 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 that lives is holy
For everything lives is holy
For everything that lives is
For everything lives is holy

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

And in the withered where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the wagon with corn
It is an easy to talk of patience to the afflicted

To the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filled with wine and the marrow of lambs

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

To hear sounds of in the thunder storm
That destroys our house
To in the blight that covers his field
And the sickness cuts off his children

While our olive and vine sing and laugh 'round our
And our children bring fruits and
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the grinding at the mill
And the captive in and the poor in the prison

And the in the field
When the shattered bone hath laid him
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