Luyện nghe bài hát James Connolly

Marchin' O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man a mad rage in his eye
My is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the and their screws
So hold on to rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty

Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one worse
They'll never lock us out again and the reason why
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die"

But to for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the class, economic liberty

And now we're in the GPO with the whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott each other good-bye
Up our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin' class, liberty

Oh Lily, I don't to die
We've got so to live for
And I we're goin' out to get slaughtered
But I just can't take any

Just the sight of one more child from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' 14 a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her youth and throw it on a factory
Oh Lily, I can't take any more

They've locked us out, they've our unions
They even treat their animals better us
Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on your
Than to forever like some slave, on your knees, Lily

But let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let them me
In field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry on high, sing a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international

We fought them to a while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the
shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up dreams
Of a for the workin' class, economic liberty, economic liberty