Luyện nghe bài hát Ard Ri Na Heirann

A tale of honor I now tell
About a man, strong and
Boru was his name
And through his a nation grew
He was born in a time of
The viking raiders claimed his
His grew when he saw his mother
by vicious viking hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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