Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

My name is King Cyrus, my 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 Yisroel's land
We worked plow and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our

My name is Ezra the man
I brought my scroll along
I brought my flock to
From that called Babylon

read you my Talmud Torah book
And the dreams to you
And be fertile and multiply
If you keep Torah true

My name is the Great
More than 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
Antiochus the Fourth, stand
To kill the Jews if they
To worship our idols and

My name is Hannah, my first son
Now stands before this
Guilty of the Sabbath laws
By the soldiers I see him

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

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

A hundred or more who'll to be Jews
Did to these hills with me
On my death bed your I'll name
Judah, the Macabee

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

Appolonius, the Governor, this day I
And his we did bust
Some few of his run away in the wind
But most we've dropped dead in the

Syron is my name, from 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 is no trick at all
In a few short my army did break
And we flooded this valley with

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

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

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

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

We in our temple a little oil jug
Just for the lamps for one night
That one little jug burned Eight whole
And it kept our new temple in

Eight candles burn and a Ninth one too
Every New that comes and goes
We'll think of the many in the of the few
And God we are seeds of the Jews