Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

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

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

And doomed already were the dawns,
The and the noise of meads,
when all thy were bent,and shook with sudden whispering lament

And slowly thither many years gone
since first the here built ancient, renowned Kortirion