Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry on high
There goes the Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad 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 their
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty

Then Jem out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out again and the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I come here to die"

But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small too
the proletariat 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 the bullets whizzin' by
With and Sean McDermott biddin' each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen 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 man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty

Oh Lily, I don't to die
got so much to live for
And I know goin' out to get slaughtered
But I can't take any more

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

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

But don't let them wrap any flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let bury me
In field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry on high, sing 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
a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham but they'll never stop his cry
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 their
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty, economic liberty