Luyện nghe bài hát Caradhras

When winds are piercing chill,
and through the blows the gale,
with feet i tread the peak,
that the mountains vale.

my doom!

Where round the barren oak,
the vine in beauty clung,
and howling winds the broke,
the crystal is hung.

my doom!

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

upon the land,
on the highest (mountain) i hear
(the echoes of) the profound.