Luyện nghe bài hát To Moytura We Return

On the day of the De rule,
Breas the pagan lands.
He led his as a fool,
under the shadow of hand.
The Tuatha De lived a of pain,
in body and spirit their grew,
as their battle was in vain,
this go on the people knew.

Dagda, All father, God and provider,
fell into with the king.
The he recieved would not feed a spider.
-The pieces, Cridinbel would win.
was shoked by the state of his father,
"Crindinbel die", He did say.

He put in the food, and the food on the platter,
Crindinbel fell dead on sacred day.

Nuada awoke the otherworld dream,
his hand was by the gods,
water was brought from the stream,
"You be king?". -He nods.

Breas to the Fomor lands.
And met his father.
They held other in their hands,
their would stay hereafter.

The Il-Dana came to with Nuada,
the hero of the Tuatha De,
The Fomor for their early tax,
these Il-Dana did slay.

Balor declared war and his tribes,
Nuada as did the scribes

Samhain and tensions were high,
Dagda to the Fomor spy.
Breas the dishonoured led a invasion
the Il-Dana won first battle occasion.

Back to the De Danann returned,
they set up camp and the pagan burned,
the day of battle was a mighty event,
were chanting as the scouts forth were sent.

A clash of shields,
of was frenzy,
blood on fields,
warrior the enemy.

Nuada Indech,
the of the Fomor,
the god was unleashed
with a for war.

Nuada raised his of light,
against the Cromcruach,
Balor caught in his sight,
died a hero's death.

But Balor to the was cast,
Il-Dana was the new king,
De heroes won at last,
again to laugh and sing.