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.

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

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

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

He took up on that day,
Which Cathbad auspicious,
He who took up arms on day,
Would become 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 then began to down,

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

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

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

Her he quickly refused,
Cuchulainn showed his battle
He entered the fortress and left
of the dead,
Emer's father himself
The two lovers were wed.
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Serpents and he fought.

Cuchulainn solely Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When of Connaught invaded,
He stood his ground the pain.
He is called a tragic
Caladin his Sword,
He killed his best friend
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 Cuchulainns fight,
A was thrown at him,
It sliced his stomach a knife,
and his innards to fall out.

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

The hero gave a great laugh,
and tied himself a stone,
He faced his enemies up,
But he knew his life was going.

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