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 is God Lugh Lamheada,
His mother is mortal.

Culann the was holding a feast,
For the Ard Ri Conchobhar,
His Hound had been unleashed,
To the fortress' mighty door.

arrived late at the gates,
He did not know of Hound,
The attacked and met its fate,
It lay there upon the ground.

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

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

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

He returned to Macha,
And to destroy the town,
The naked were then brought forth,
He began to calm down,

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

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

Having learned the martial he
returned to claim the of Emer.

Her he quickly refused,
Cuchulainn showed his temper
He the fortress and left many
of the dead,
father killed himself
The two lovers then wed.
Cuchulainn, The of Culann x3
He is the Son of a God.

Cuchulainn, The Hound of x3
Serpents and he fought.

Cuchulainn defended Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When Medb of invaded,
He his ground despite the pain.
He is a tragic hero'
Caladin his Sword,
He killed his friend Frediad
at the of the Ford.

Cuchulainn, The Hound of x3
His is the Son of a God
Cuchulainn, The Hound of x3
Serpents and he fought.

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

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

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

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