Let Freedom Ring

Now Is, is the, the time. Time to rise from the dark and desolate valley Of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time, time. I still have a Dream. Now the, now is the we allow freedom ring, When we let it ring from every village and Every hamlet, from every state and every city, We will be able to speed up that day When all of God's children, black men and white Men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants Catholics, Will be able to join hands and sing in The words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, We are free at last." I still have a Dream. One day, one one day. I still have a Dream. We face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American Dream. I have a dream That one day This nation will rise up, Live out the true meaning of its creed. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, That all men are created equal." Will they be able to sit down together at The table of brotherhood? I have a dream That one day Even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering With the heat of injustice, Sweltering with the heat of oppression, Be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream. One day, one one day. I still have a dream. I have a dream that one day Down in Alabama With its vicious... But not only that. But every mountainside, Freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from the barren mountains of California. But not only that. Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside. I still have a dream. One day, one day. Let freedom ring. And when this happens, When we allow freedom ring, When we let it ring from every village and Every hamlet, from every state and every city, We will be able to speed up that day When all of God's children, black men and white Men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, Will be able to join hands and sing in The words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."