Luyện nghe bài hát Ard Ri Na Heirann

A tale of honor I now tell
About a man, strong and
Brian was his name
And through his a nation grew
He was born in a of bondage
The viking raiders his lands
His hatred grew he saw his mother
Killing by viking hands

His brother Mahon for peace
knew it would never come
The vikings us by the throat!
They our children just for
Boru left with a of men
They rode into the fading
He would attack the many viking
And in the dark of night

Boru, our beloved son
Fought the Dane, he and won
his life at eighty eight
Death by a blade was his fate

Brian Boru, our Ard Ri
Led the to victory
Could not stand his countries
He the vikings from his sight

Malachy, the king of Meath, with face to face
They both agreed that should take
The monarchy of the Gaelic
had much word to do
To the wounds of Danish reign
He planned a call to arms
To remove the of the Dane

To Clontarf Brian's marched
To give the their final fight
The army charged with swords help
The viking line was soon in
The battle rages for hours
And fine warriors fell
But was always ours
The Gaelic might could not be

Boru, our beloved son
Fought the Dane, he and won
his life at eighty eight
Death by a viking blade was his

Boru, our last Ard Ri
Led the to victory
Could not stand his plight
He removed the vikings his sight