Luyện nghe bài hát Kortirion Among The Trees

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

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

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

To her fair works did nature
the human souls 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 bore you,
as if you were her birth,
and none had lived you.

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