Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Slave

Let the grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in 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 wife and children return the oppressor's scourge
They look behind at every 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 and wolf shall cease

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

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

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

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

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

To hear sounds of love in the thunder
That destroys our house
To rejoice in the blight that his field
And the that cuts off his children

While our olive and vine and laugh 'round our door
And our children fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are quite
And the slave grinding at the
And the captive in chains and the in the prison

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