Luyện nghe bài hát Tuatha De Danaan

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all doors
each eve when night
call their names
there might be one

Like
in the of mundane reason
they still at night
so as the change of seasons

Each morn silken mist
this deserted land
the sea my name with its imperious voice
eve the roaring wind howls : you won`t resist my sway
this soil derides me day by day

is it , this sweet Mag Mell with its luscious laughter
the sidhe in their hills of and embitters my life
each story which gone on the wings of the wind
rips my and my mind slowly apart

there`s a silver throne standing
under hill of the land
it reigns over the of the night
the in my mind

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