Luyện nghe bài hát Newgrange

Your mysteries lay in stones that can't speak,
Thru' time all your wondrous 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 brightened the days
the sun it shone down and reflected its rays,
You refuse us a key or some Stone,
We gaze on just and Motifs and Bone.

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

From your pillars of grandeur and the is sought,
When the tombs of the Pharoahs only a thought,
Irish folk in labour looked up from the Boyne
To see a temple that would not yield to time.
You saw Cheftains, Na Fianna and stopped to call
And they trampled the onto Tara's Royal Halls,
And watched 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 with countless charms.
You stand there majestic and on the plain,
And your Passage of a secret remains.
So be proud all of Ireland of a history gone,
inspired generations of men later on.
Your age is your greatness and a testament
As we look at na Bo/inne on a Co. Meath hill