Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Kingdom

We who are old yet of face,
Thousands of years this did grace,
Beneath the earth away men,
Our Kingdom it lies hidden.
With in hand and our shields by our sides,
We march in hoards we never subside.
Our D Danann form has with time,
But we love music and still we love wine.

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

We all the answers to questions unasked,
We live in the light no fear of the dark.

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

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

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

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