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 mighty had been unleashed,
To the fortress' mighty door.

Setanta arrived at the gates,
He did not know of Hound,
The Hound and met its fate,
It lay dead 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,
Cathbad declared auspicious,
He who took up on that 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 be with her
unless by he is called".

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

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

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

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and Dragons he fought.

Cuchulainn solely Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When of Connaught invaded,
He his ground despite the pain.
He is a tragic hero'
Caladin 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 Cuchulainns fight,
A javelin was at him,
It sliced his stomach a knife,
and caused his innards to out.

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

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

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