Luyện nghe bài hát The First Battle Of Moytara

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

Borne on strong winds the otherworld.
Shrouded by mists-
The De Danann came in their-
Great mystical ships.
Nuada, of Tuatha De,
Turned his sharp eyes
the land of his ancestral home,
The valleys, The sea and the skies.

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

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

The terms of battle were laid, of Eireann Breas asked,
The Fir Bolg said this be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed.
Both sides made plans, they prepared wells of healing,
Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and kings.

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

The of sword and shield, The splintering of bone,
The Fir Bolg would not yield, Though they heard their moans.

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

"We have been defeated but another day"
"Summon your courage. yourselves,
Tomorrow the Fir we slay"
Four more days of battle came and fine warriors fell,
Mothers lost fighting sons-The wounded healed in wells.
Nuada lost his strong right arm, Now he 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 a truce and Eireann was fairly divided.