Luyện nghe bài hát The Many and the Few

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

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

My name is Ezra the man
I brought my scroll book
I my flock to Yisroel
that land called Babylon

I'll read you my Talmud Torah
And the prophet's to you
And you'll be fertile and
If you keep Torah true

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

As the of Syria and Palestine
the Fourth, you'll stand
To kill the if they refuse
To worship our and gods

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

It's one by one my seven
In front of my eyes cut
For keeping to the Torah
I pay with my blood now

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

A hundred or more who'll fight to be
Did come to these hills me
On my death bed leader I'll name
Judah, the Macabee

My name is Judah, the
By the name of the hammer I'm
We'll pray to God before every
Till all of our enemies

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

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 this is no at all
In a few short hours my army did
And we flooded valley with blood

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

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

My name is Jerusalem where came back
To build up my once more
To cut the weeds 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 hands of a God few

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

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