Luyện nghe bài hát Kortirion Among The Trees

For where the days, my friend
and the nights,
when flitting danced
round in the moveless air.

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

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

To her fair works did link
the human that through me ran
and much it my heart to think
I can make of man.

You around on Middle-Earth
as if she for no purpose you,
as if you her first-born birth,
and had lived before you.

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