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 deeds a grew
He was born in a time of
The viking raiders his lands
His hatred when he saw his mother
by vicious viking hands

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

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

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

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

To Clontarf Brian's army
To give the Dane their final
The army charged with swords help
The line was soon in sight
The rages for many hours
And many warriors fell
But victory was always
The Gaelic might could not be

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 plight
He removed the vikings his sight