Luyện nghe bài hát Caradhras

When winter are piercing chill,
and the hawthorn blows the gale,
with solemn feet i the peak,
that the mountains vale.

my doom!

Where round the barren oak,
the winter in beauty clung,
and winds the stillness broke,
the icicle is hung.

my doom!

But still wild is abroad,
pale, desert woods! within your
and gathering winds, in accord,
amid the reeds pipe loud.

upon the land,
on the (mountain) peak i hear
(the of) the world profound.