Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on
goes the Citizen 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 screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic

Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out and here's the reason why
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 your rifles, boys, don't give up your
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty

And now in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other
Up steps our citizen and he roars out to the sky
My name is James Connolly, I come here to die

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

Oh Lily, I don't 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

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 and throw it on a factory floor?
Oh Lily, I just can't any more

They've locked us out, banned our unions
They even their 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 let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let bury me
In some field full of harps and
And you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, a song of freedom
to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution

We fought them to a while the flames lit up the sky
a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They him in Kilmainham jail 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 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, economic