Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry on high
goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man a mad rage in his eye
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 the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, give up your dreams
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty

Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this is a curse
An boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
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 fight for the rights of the working man, the farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your
Of a Republic for the class, economic liberty

And now we're in the GPO the bullets whizzin' by
Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen and he roars out to the sky
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die

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

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

Just the of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother 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 animals better than us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on 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 some field full of and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let make a martyr 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 standstill the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the
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 working man, the farmer too
Protect the proletariat the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty, economic liberty