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 roads
Back to Yisroel's land
We worked with plow and and hoe
And we blessed the works of our

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Appolonius, the Governor, this day I
And his army we did
Some few of his soldiers run in the wind
But most we've dropped in the dust

Syron is my name, Syria came
To that 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 this valley with blood

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

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

My is Jerusalem where Judah came back
To build up my once more
To cut down the weeds and brush
That grows 'round my windows and

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

We in our temple a little 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 we'll and a Ninth one too
New Year that comes and goes
We'll think of the many in the of the few
And thank God we are seeds of the