Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Kingdom

We who are old yet of face,
Thousands of years world did grace,
the earth away from 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 has passed with time,
But still we music and still we love wine.

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

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

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

Avoid the lone thorn tree 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 magic long ago,
we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who our command.

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

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