Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

O fading town upon an hill,
Old linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is
Thy towers in the mist await their crumbling end
While the storeyed elms
The gliding water leaves these inland realms,
And slips between meadows to the Sea,
bearing downward over murmurous falls
One day and another to the Sea
And slowly many years have gone

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

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

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