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 your temple again
In the of Palestine.

We've sung and danced the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz land
We worked plow and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our

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

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

My name is Alexander the
More than half of this world is mine
Come stand around, my all
I'm on my bed here to die

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

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

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

My name is Mattathias, got five 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 who'll fight to be
Did to these hills with me
On my bed your leader I'll name
Judah, the Macabee

My name is Judah, the
By the name of the hammer I'm
We'll 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 soldiers run in the wind
But most we've dropped in the dust

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

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

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

My is Jerusalem where Judah came back
To build up my Temple once
To cut down the weeds and thorny
grows 'round my windows and doors

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

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

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