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

It must be said we have dark breeds,
Who plague with their 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 with the axe that you wield,
It coarses magic from 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 dead of see us dance on the hills,
On fiddles and flutes we jigs and reels.
The sky is with a myriad of light,
Our faerie music is heard 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.