Luyện nghe bài hát Newgrange

Your mysteries lay hidden in stones that speak,
Thru' all your wondrous knowledge we seek,
Be ye tomb or a temple we'd to know why
On mid-winter's morning you seek light the sky,
Your quartz stones must have brightened the days
the sun it shone down and reflected its rays,
You refuse us a key or some Stone,
We gaze on just Circles and and Bone.

Sing away na Bo/inne on the Banks of the Boyne,
Fal de da for your glory not yield to time,
Glory o! to the men and the laid to rest
Who brought to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.

From your pillars of and the answer is sought,
When the tombs of the were only a thought,
Irish folk in their labour looked up the Boyne
To see standing a temple would not yield to time.
You saw Cheftains, Na and monks stopped to call
And they trampled the onto Tara's Royal Halls,
And they watched on the Cradle of our art and
That Irish artists much later in time.

For you're set in a county still with its arms
With a river of with countless wild charms.
You stand majestic and tower on the plain,
And Passage of Wonder a secret remains.
So be proud all of Ireland of a history gone,
That inspired of men later on.
Your age is greatness and a testament still
As we look at na Bo/inne on a Co. Meath hill