Luyện nghe bài hát Endowment

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

In olden days
Those dark sent to man a gift
Which nobody understand, which nobody
really singular, sovereign.

Long in dust turned
Last who it and dreamt of it
Northern winds to its brothers
Only and blows of him.

Through barren hallway of castles
In deep woods, in diadems of
Sounds song of oblivion
what was and might be

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

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