Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

O fading upon an island hill,
Old shadows in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is
Thy silent in the mist await their crumbling end
While the storeyed elms
The gliding black leaves these inland realms,
And slips between long to the Sea,
Still bearing downward over falls
One day and then to the Sea
And slowly many years have gone

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

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

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