Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down Street with the Starry Plough on high
There the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad 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 on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic

Then Jem out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even
never lock us out again and here's the reason why
My is James Connolly, I didn't come 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 for the workin' class, economic liberty

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 James Connolly, I come here 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 for the workin' class, economic liberty

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

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

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

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

We them to a standstill while 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 come to die

But to fight for the rights of the man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty, liberty