Luyện nghe bài hát Kortirion Among The Trees

For passing the days, my friend
and the nights,
flitting ghostmoths danced
round in the moveless air.

And already were,
the dawns,
the odour and the noise of
and all is night.

One moment now may give us
than fifty of reason,
our minds drink of every pore
the of the season

To her fair works did nature
the human that through me ran
and it grieved my heart to think
what I can of man.

You around on Middle-Earth
as if she for no purpose you,
as if you were her birth,
and none had lived you.

I sit upon this old stone,
and dream my away.