Luyện nghe bài hát Cuchulainn (the Hound Of Culann)

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The Hound of Culann, The of Ulster,
He is of the otherworld,
His is God Lugh Lamheada,
His Dectire is mortal.

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

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

was nagered when he learned,
His Hound was no more,
But Setanta he'd stay at night,
To guard the fortress' door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her father he refused,
Cuchulainn showed his temper
He entered the and left many
of the dead,
Emer's killed himself
The two lovers were wed.
Cuchulainn, The of Culann x3
He is the Son of a God.

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and Dragons he fought.

Cuchulainn defended Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When of Connaught invaded,
He stood his ground the pain.
He is called a tragic
With his Sword,
He killed his best friend
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 final fight,
A javelin was at him,
It his stomach like a knife,
and caused his to fall out.

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

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

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