Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Kingdom

We who are old yet of face,
Thousands of this world did grace,
Beneath the away from men,
Our Middle Kingdom it hidden.
With sword in and our shields by our sides,
We march in hoards we will subside.
Our D Danann form has passed time,
But still we love music and still we wine.

We are of the forest, we are of the earth,
Our full of knowledge our ways full of mirth.

We know all the to questions unasked,
We in the light with no fear of the dark.

It must be said we have evil breeds,
Who plague mankind with mischievous deeds,
The Phooka, the Merrow, the Bean-shee,
Are creatures as dark as can be.

the lone thorn tree that grows in the field,
Do not cut it down the axe that you wield,
It magic from branch to root,
And woe to he who its fruit.
Of the tree did grow,
From faerie cast long ago,
we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who our command.

"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, and feared"

In the of night see us dance on the hills,
On fiddles and flutes we jigs and reels.
The sky is with a myriad of light,
Our faerie is heard through the night.
We who are old yet of face,
Thousands of years this did grace,
But modern man and his ways,
Are us to the end of our days.