Luyện nghe bài hát Newgrange

Your mysteries lay hidden in that can't speak,
time 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
When the sun it shone and reflected its rays,
You refuse us a key or some Stone,
We gaze on Circles and Motifs and Bone.

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

From your of grandeur and the answer is sought,
When the tombs of the Pharoahs were a thought,
Irish folk in their labour up from the Boyne
To see standing a 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 on the Cradle of our art and design
That inspired artists much later in time.

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