Luyện nghe bài hát Kor

O fading town an island hill,
Old linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, old heart now is still;
Thy towers silent in the mist their crumbling end
through the storeyed elms
The black water leaves these inland realms,
And between long meadows to the Sea,
Still bearing 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 doomed the
flittering ghost-moths danced round
tapers in the air nighttime

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

And slowly many years have gone
since first the elves here ancient, renowned Kortirion