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 holy temple
In the of Palestine.

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

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

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

My name is Alexander the
More than half of this wide world is
stand around, my servants all
I'm wrapped on my bed 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 name is Hannah, my first son
Now stands before king
Guilty of keeping the laws
By the soldiers I see him

one by one my seven sons
In of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the laws
I pay my warm blood now

My name is Mattathias, I've got five
In Modin we dwell
They tried to 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 hills me
On my bed your leader I'll name
'Tis Judah, the

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

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

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

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

My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a
To burn the Jews tents as they
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 thousand in fear
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
Judah hammered them down the rear

My name is Jerusalem where Judah came
To build up my Temple more
To cut down the and thorny brush
That grows my windows and doors

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

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

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