Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

O town upon an island hill,
Old shadows linger in ancient gate,
Thy is grey, thine old heart now is still;
Thy towers silent in the mist await crumbling end
While the storeyed elms
The gliding black water leaves these realms,
And slips between meadows to the Sea,
Still bearing downward over murmurous
One day and then to the Sea
And slowly thither many have gone

All thy trees, Kortirion, bent,
And shook with sudden whispering
For were the days, and doomed the nights
When ghost-moths danced round
tapers in the moveless air

And doomed were the radiant dawns,
The odour and the of meads,
when all thy trees were bent,and shook with whispering lament

And slowly thither many have gone
since first the elves built ancient, renowned Kortirion