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 build holy temple again
In the of Palestine.

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

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

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

My is Alexander the Great
More than of this wide world is mine
stand around, my servants all
I'm on my bed here to die

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

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

It's one by one my sons
In of my eyes cut down
For to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm now

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

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

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

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

Syron is my name, from came
To destroy that fool
My army was great, his army was
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 my army did break
And we flooded this with blood

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

He stormed my own as my soldiers did sleep
And he several thousand 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 down the weeds and brush
grows 'round my windows and doors

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

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

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