Luyện nghe bài hát The First Battle Of Moytara

They here when the sun was high.
The sea was calm to them.
From out of the above the hills.
Come a fleet of men.

on strong winds from the otherworld.
Shrouded by mists-
The Tuatha De came in their-
magical mystical ships.
Nuada, of Tuatha De,
his eager sharp eyes
Towards the of his ancestral home,
The valleys, The sea and the skies.

He was a among mortal men,
A among the immortals'
Who led his people{warriors
Back to the of their fathers.

The Fir Bolg, Who were in Eireann the Tuatha De Danann.
Sent streng their mighty champian to parley the future king.
Breas was by Nuada to find out his intent,
"I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai been sent".

The terms of were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked,
The Fir Bolg this can't be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed.
Both sides made plans, they prepared their of healing,
Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and kings.

The sun shone down on helmets, and swords,
Midsummers two armies walked in haodes-
Magh Nai-The Fir Bolg followed their chietains,
And swept towards the Tuatha DE waves crash on the beaches.

The clash of and shield, The splintering of bone,
The Fir would not yield, Though they heard their people's moans.

The naked hillmen warriors, were forced through the fight,
by his bodyguard, The Dagda took their lives'
But the ground was piled high the dead of the Tuatha De
All surviving warriors fled to and fight another day.

"We have been but tomorrows another day"
"Summon your courage. yourselves,
the Fir Bolg we slay"
Four more days of battle came and fine warriors fell,
Mothers their fighting sons-The wounded healed in wells.
Nuada lost his strong arm, Now he will lose his throne,
The sons of killed Eochai, But they too were overthrown.
Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met the injured,
Nuada, Both men declared a truce and was fairly divided.