Luyện nghe bài hát Ard Ri Na Heirann

A of honor I will now tell
a man, strong and true
Brian was his name
And his deeds a nation grew
He was born in a time of
The viking claimed his lands
His hatred grew when he saw his
by vicious viking hands

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

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

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

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

To Brian's army marched
To the Dane their final fight
The army charged with swords help
The line was soon in sight
The battle rages for hours
And many fine fell
But victory was ours
The Gaelic might not be quelled

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

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