Luyện nghe bài hát Endowment

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Through the dark silent song fly in
With an antique story
Old man's voice only whispering the Wind
As of lute shiver.

In olden days
Those gods sent to man a gift
Which nobody understand, nobody want
Gift singular, sovereign.

Long since in turned
who knew it and dreamt of it
Northern winds to its brothers
sings and blows of him.

Through barren of ruined castles
In deep woods, in of trees
Sounds song of oblivion
About what was and be

was gift, oblivion is
Voice shivers as string of
Elves about man who were scorn
Blessing of intellect to its children
Only gales, rock and woods know....

I am going out of the silver shadows, sitting down under the tree,
I see stark land, empty souls, silence around.
Lad and gal hold on to their arms and go away through dew, do you hear?