Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

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

All thy trees, Kortirion, bent,
And shook sudden whispering lament:
For passing were the days, and doomed the
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 thither many years have gone
since the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion