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

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

I'll you my Talmud Torah book
And the prophet's to you
And you'll be and multiply
If you your Torah true

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

As the King of Syria and
the Fourth, you'll stand
To kill the if they refuse
To worship our idols and

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

one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut
For keeping to the Torah
I pay with my blood now

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

A hundred or who'll fight to be Jews
Did come to these with me
On my death bed your leader I'll
Judah, the Macabee

My name is Judah, the
By the of the hammer I'm called
We'll to God before 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 dead in the dust

Syron is my name, Syria came
To destroy fool 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 hours my army did break
And we flooded this with blood

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

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

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

Whole stones, whole stones, build 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
Just enough for the 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 that and goes
We'll think of the many in the of the few
And thank God we are seeds of the