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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her father he refused,
Cuchulainn showed his battle
He entered the and left many
of the dead,
father killed himself
The two lovers then wed.
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He is the Son of a God.

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Serpents and he fought.

Cuchulainn solely Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When of Connaught invaded,
He his ground despite the pain.
He is called a tragic
With his Sword,
He killed his best Frediad
at the of the Ford.

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

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

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

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

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