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Huddled Masses at NYCLU's Broadway Stands Up for Freedom 2017

The New York Civil Liberties Union and American Civil Liberties Union hosted the annual benefit concert, “Broadway Stands Up for Freedom” for a sold-out crowd at the NYU Skirball Center for the Performing Arts. In a first for the show, Broadway stars and performers honored the NYCLU and ACLU’s work by performing thirteen new songs about civil rights and liberties in the Trump era written expressly for the concert. "Huddled Masses" Performed by Shaina Taub and the Brooklyn Youth Chorus Written by Shaina Taub Lyrics: There once was a little boy Who dreamed of preaching a gospel truth He lived in a country with an evil king Who was killing all the youth His family fled the country In search of freedom’s flame He was raised a refugee Jesus was his name Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses on your teeming shore Yearning to breathe free Send them all to me Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses on your teeming shore I lift my lamp beside the golden door Remember what I stand here for There once was a little girl Who dreamed of being a writer She lived in a country with an evil king Who burned people who prayed like her Her family tried to flee it To keep their kid alive Anne was raised a refugee Just her diary survived Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses on your teeming shore Yearning to breathe free Send them all to me Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses on your teeming shore I lift my lamp beside the golden door Remember what I stand here for There once was a young man Who dreamed of earning his degree He lived in a country with an evil king Who bombed his family He flew to reach our border To start his life anew He’s detained today at JFK We didn’t let him through Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses on your teeming shore As it’s always been Let the people in Welcome all Muslims, Christians, Jews and more Every child fleeing hate and war I lift my lamp beside the golden door And I’ll forever lift my lamp beside the golden door Remember what I stand here for