Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

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

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

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

My name is Alexander the
More than half of this 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 keeping the laws
By the soldiers I see him

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 is Mattathias, I've got five sons
In Modin 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 hills with me
On my death bed your leader I'll
'Tis Judah, the

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

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

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

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

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

He stormed my own camp as my did sleep
And he killed several thousand in
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
Judah hammered down from the rear

My name is Jerusalem where Judah came
To build up my Temple more
To cut down the 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 many did
In the of a God loving few

We in our temple a little oil jug
Just enough for the lamps for one
That one little jug Eight whole days
And it our new temple in light

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