Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

sung and danced o'er the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz Yisroel's
We worked with and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our

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

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

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

As the of Syria and Palestine
Antiochus the Fourth, you'll
To kill the Jews if they
To worship our idols and

My name is Hannah, my born son
Now stands before 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 blood now

My is Mattathias, I've got five sons
In Modin City we
They tried to make me bow down to gods
Two of the flunkeys I killed

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

My name is Judah, the
By the name of the I'm called
We'll pray to God before every
all of our enemies 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 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 this is no at all
In a few short hours my did break
And we flooded valley with blood

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

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

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

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
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 of the many in the hands of the few
And thank God we are seeds of the