Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn't 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 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 is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even
They'll never lock us out again and here's the 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
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 class, economic liberty

And now we're in the GPO with the whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each good-bye
Up our citizen 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 small too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their
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 any more

the sight of one more child screamin' from 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 treat their animals better us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on feet
Than to live forever like 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 harps and
And whatever you do, don't let make a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather the Starry Plough on high, sing 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
'Til a bullet pierced our and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but never stop his cry
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the working man, the farmer too
the proletariat from 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 liberty, liberty