Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

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

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

Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this is a curse
An English is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll lock us out again and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I come here to die"

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

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

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

Just the sight of one more screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her and throw it on a factory floor?
Oh Lily, I just take any more

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

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

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

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