Luyện nghe bài hát Newgrange

Your lay hidden in stones that can't speak,
Thru' time all your 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 white quartz stones must have 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 na Bo/inne on the Banks of the Boyne,
Fal de da for your would not yield to time,
Glory o! to the men and the laid to rest
Who brought to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.

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

For set in a county still Royal with its arms
a river of beauty with countless wild 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,
That generations of men later on.
Your age is greatness and a testament still
As we look at Bru/ na Bo/inne on a Co. Meath