Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

sung and danced o'er the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz land
We with plow and rake and hoe
And we the works of our hands

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

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

My is Alexander the Great
More than half of this wide world is
Come around, my servants all
I'm on my bed here to die

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

My name is Hannah, my born son
Now before this king
Guilty of keeping the laws
By the I see him slain

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

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

A hundred or more who'll to be Jews
Did come to these hills 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
pray 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, from Syria
To destroy fool Macabee
My army was great, his was small
But he did win over 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 with blood

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

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

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

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll and pray
To God as a Jew
God's love the hateful did place
In the of a God loving few

We found in our temple a oil jug
Just enough for the for one night
That one 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
think of the many in the hands of the few
And thank God we are of the Jews