Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

O fading upon an island hill,
Old shadows linger in ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is
Thy towers silent in the mist await their end
through the storeyed elms
The gliding black water leaves inland realms,
And slips long meadows to the Sea,
Still bearing over murmurous falls
One day and another to the Sea
And slowly thither years have gone

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

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

And slowly thither many years have
first the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion