Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

We've sung and danced o'er the hot roads
Back to Yisroel's land
We worked with and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our

My is Ezra the Teacher man
I brought my scroll along
I brought my to Yisroel
From that called Babylon

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

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

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

My name is Hannah, my first son
Now stands before king
Guilty of the Sabbath laws
By the soldiers I see him

It's one by one my seven
In front of my cut down
For keeping to the Torah
I pay with my blood now

My name is Mattathias, I've got five
In City we dwell
They to make me bow down to their gods
Two of the flunkeys I killed

A or more who'll fight to be Jews
Did to these hills with me
On my death bed your leader I'll
Judah, the Macabee

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

Appolonius, the Governor, this day I
And his we did bust
Some few of his soldiers run in the wind
But most dropped dead in the dust

is my name, from Syria came
To that fool Macabee
My army was great, his was small
But he did win over me

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

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

He stormed my own camp as my 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 once more
To cut the weeds and thorny brush
That 'round my windows and doors

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

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

Eight we'll burn and a Ninth one too
Every New Year that and goes
think of the many in the hands of the few
And God we are seeds of the Jews