Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists in the sky
Leading is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come to die

But to fight for the of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a Republic for the class, economic liberty

Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, system is a curse
An boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come to die"

But to fight for the rights of the working man, the farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic

And now we're in the GPO the bullets whizzin' by
With and Sean McDermott biddin' each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen leader and he out to the sky
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their
So hold on to rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty

Oh Lily, I want to die
got so much to live for
And I we're goin' out to get slaughtered
But I just can't take any

Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a slum
Or his slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her and throw it on a factory floor?
Oh Lily, I just can't any more

locked us out, they've banned our unions
They even treat their better than us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on feet
Than to live forever some slave, on your knees, Lily

But don't let them wrap any green flag me
And for God's sake, don't let them me
In some field of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry on high, sing a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the of man and international revolution

We fought them to a standstill the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come to die

But to for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty, economic liberty