Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

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

My name is the Teacher man
I brought my scroll book
I my flock to Yisroel
that land called Babylon

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hundred or more who'll fight to be
Did to these hills with me
On my death bed your I'll name
'Tis Judah, the

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

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

Syron is my name, from Syria
To destroy that 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 this is no at all
In a few short hours my army did
And we flooded this with blood

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

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

My name is Jerusalem Judah came back
To build up my once more
To cut the weeds and thorny brush
grows 'round my windows and doors

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll and pray
To God as a Jew
God's love the hateful did place
In the of a God loving few

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

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