Luyện nghe bài hát Newgrange

Your mysteries lay in stones that can't speak,
Thru' time all your knowledge we seek,
Be ye or a temple we'd like to know why
On mid-winter's morning you seek light the sky,
Your white quartz must have brightened the days
When the sun it shone down and its rays,
You refuse us a key or Rosetta Stone,
We on just Circles and Motifs and Bone.

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

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

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