Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry on high
There the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come 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 your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty

Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an one even worse
never lock us out again and here's the reason why
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 from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty

And now we're in the GPO with the bullets by
With and Sean McDermott biddin' each other good-bye
Up steps our leader and he roars out to the sky
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 on to your 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 know we're goin' out to get
But I just take any more

Just the of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum, who her
And her youth 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 animals than us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on your
Than to live forever like some slave, on your knees,

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

We fought them to a while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our and we gave up the fight
They shot him in jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the 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