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 holy temple again
In the of Palestine.

We've 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 Ezra the man
I brought my book along
I brought my flock to
From land called Babylon

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

My name is the Great
More than half of this wide world is
stand around, my servants all
I'm wrapped on my bed to die

As the King of and Palestine
Antiochus the Fourth, stand
To kill the Jews if they
To worship our and gods

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

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

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

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

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

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

Syron is my name, from Syria
To destroy that fool
My was great, his army was small
But he did win over 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 flooded this with blood

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

He stormed my own camp as my did sleep
And he killed thousand 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 Temple more
To cut down the weeds and thorny
That grows 'round my windows and

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll and pray
To God as a Jew
God's love the hateful many did
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 Eight whole days
And it kept our new temple in

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