Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

My name is King Cyrus, my I give,
You Jews can go to your home
To build your holy temple
In the of Palestine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 that fool Macabee
My army was great, his army was
But he somehow did win me

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

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

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

My name is Jerusalem 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, build and pray
To God as a Jew
God's love the hateful many did
In the hands of a God few

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

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