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 rocky
to Eretz Yisroel's land
We worked plow and rake and hoe
And we blessed the of our hands

My name is Ezra the man
I brought my book along
I brought my flock to
From that land called

I'll read you my Torah book
And the prophet's to you
And you'll be fertile and
If you keep Torah true

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

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

My name is Hannah, my first son
Now before this king
Guilty of the Sabbath laws
By the soldiers I see him

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

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

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

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

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

is my name, from Syria came
To destroy fool 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 is no trick at all
In a few short hours my army did
And we flooded valley with blood

My is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan
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 soldiers did
And he several thousand in fear
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
Judah hammered them from the rear

My name is where Judah came back
To build up my Temple more
To cut the weeds and thorny brush
That grows 'round my and doors

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

candles 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