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.

the smith 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 Hound and met its fate,
It lay there upon the ground.

was nagered when he learned,
His Hound 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 up arms on that day,
become famous but short lived.

His body begins to and turn,
His revolves within his skin,
His turn red one by one,
And the then 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
by Domhnall he is called".

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

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

Her he quickly refused,
Cuchulainn showed his temper
He entered the fortress and left
of the dead,
Emer's father killed
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 solely Ulster,
During the war and tain.
When Medb of invaded,
He stood his despite the pain.
He is a tragic hero'
Caladin his Sword,
He killed his friend Frediad
at the of the Ford.

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

In Cuchulainns fight,
A javelin was at him,
It his stomach like a knife,
and caused his to fall out.

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

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

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