Luyện nghe bài hát Ard Ri Na Heirann

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

His brother Mahon strived for
Brian knew it would never
The have us by the throat!
They kill our children for
left with a group of men
They rode into the light
He would attack the many viking
And vanish in the of night

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

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

Malachy, the king of Meath, with face to face
They both agreed Brian should take
The of the Gaelic race
had much word to do
To heal the wounds of reign
He planned a massive call to
To remove the of the Dane

To Brian's army marched
To give the Dane their final
The army charged with help high
The viking line was soon in
The battle for many hours
And many fine fell
But victory was ours
The Gaelic could not be quelled

Brian Boru, our son
the Dane, he fought and won
Losy his at eighty eight
Death by a viking blade was his

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