Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man a mad rage in his eye
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 the bosses and their screws
So on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic

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

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

And now in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen and he roars out to the sky
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 the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic

Oh Lily, I want to die
We've got so much to for
And I know goin' out to get slaughtered
But I just take any more

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

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

But don't let them any green flag around me
And for sake, don't let them bury me
In some field full of and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them make a out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international

We fought them to a standstill the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn't here 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 class, economic liberty, economic liberty