Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Kingdom

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

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

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

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

Avoid the lone thorn 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 the tree did grow,
From faerie cast long ago,
we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who our command.

"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, 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,
of years this world did grace,
But man and his cynical ways,
Are us to the end of our days.