Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

My name is Cyrus, my order I give,
You Jews can go back to home
To your holy temple again
In the of Palestine.

We've and danced o'er the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz land
We worked with and rake and hoe
And we the works of our hands

My name is Ezra the man
I my scroll book along
I brought my to Yisroel
From land called Babylon

I'll read you my Talmud Torah
And the prophet's to you
And be fertile and multiply
If you keep your Torah

My name is Alexander the
More than half of this wide world is
Come stand around, my all
I'm on my bed here to die

As the King of Syria and
the Fourth, you'll stand
To the Jews if they refuse
To worship our and gods

My name is Hannah, my born son
Now stands this king
of keeping the Sabbath laws
By the I see him slain

one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut
For to the Torah laws
I pay my warm blood now

My name is Mattathias, got five sons
In Modin we dwell
They tried to make me bow down to gods
Two of the flunkeys I killed

A hundred or more who'll to be Jews
Did come to these hills me
On my death bed your leader I'll
'Tis Judah, the

My is Judah, the Macabee
By the name of the I'm called
We'll pray to God before fight
Till all of our fall

Appolonius, the Governor, day I killed
And his we did bust
Some few of his run away in the wind
But most we've dropped in the dust

Syron is my name, Syria came
To destroy that Macabee
My was great, his army was small
But he somehow did win me

To the many to the hands of his few
For God is no trick at all
In a few short my army did break
And we this valley with blood

My name is Lysias, I up a plan
To the Jews tents as they slept
When I got there, tents were all bare
And the Macabee's had left

He my own camp as my soldiers did sleep
And he killed several in fear
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
hammered them down from the rear

My is Jerusalem where Judah came back
To build up my Temple once
To cut down the weeds and brush
That grows my windows and doors

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll build and
To God as a Jew
love the hateful many did place
In the hands of a God few

We found in our temple a oil jug
enough for the lamps for one night
That one little jug burned Eight whole
And it kept our new temple in

Eight candles we'll burn and a one too
New Year that comes and goes
We'll think of the many in the of the few
And thank God we are seeds of the