Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their raised in the sky
Leading them is a man with 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 small too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and screws
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 English boss is a monster, an one even worse
They'll never us out again and here's the reason why
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die"

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

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

But to for the rights of the working man, the small 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 class, economic liberty

Oh Lily, I want to die
We've got so 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 screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' 14 a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her youth and throw it on a factory
Oh Lily, I just take any more

They've us out, they've banned our unions
They even treat their animals better us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on your
Than to live like 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 field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, let them make a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the of man and international revolution

We fought to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the
They him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry
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 their
So on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the class, economic liberty, economic liberty