Luyện nghe bài hát Cuchulainn (the Hound Of Culann)

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The of Culann, The Hound of Ulster,
He is of the otherworld,
His father is God Lamheada,
His mother is mortal.

Culann the smith was a feast,
For the Ard Ri Conchobhar,
His Hound had been unleashed,
To guard the mighty door.

Setanta arrived at the gates,
He did not of Culann's Hound,
The attacked and met its fate,
It lay there dead the ground.

Culann was nagered he learned,
His favorite was no more,
But Setanta swore stay at night,
To guard the fortress' door.

He took up arms on day,
Which Cathbad auspicious,
He who took up arms on day,
Would become but short lived.

His begins to twist and turn,
His flesh revolves his skin,
His features red one by one,
And the slaying begins.

He to Eamhain Macha,
And threatened to the town,
The naked women were then forth,
He began to calm down,

He fell in love Emer,
Her was appalled,
"No shall be with her
unless by he is called".

He went to with Domhnall,
And from him all that he could,
You must go and train Scathach,
He bowed his and said he would.

Having the martial arts he
returned to the hand of Emer.

Her father he refused,
showed his battle temper
He entered the fortress and left
of the dead,
Emer's killed himself
The two lovers were wed.
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He is the Son of a God.

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and Dragons he fought.

Cuchulainn defended Ulster,
During the war and tain.
Medb of Connaught invaded,
He stood his ground the pain.
He is a tragic hero'
With his Sword,
He killed his friend Frediad
at the of the Ford.

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His is the Son of a God
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and Dragons he fought.

In final fight,
A was thrown at him,
It sliced his stomach a knife,
and his innards to fall out.

He to a nearby lake,
Where he took a drink.
A raven who was his blood,
tripped his intestines.

The gave a last great laugh,
and tied against a stone,
He faced his standing up,
But he knew his life was going.

For days the foe were scared,
Until A perched on his arm,
An otter began to his blood,
"Cuchulainn is Dead", is what said.