Luyện nghe bài hát Lugburz

Cold be hand and and bone,
and cold be under stone:
never to wake on stony bed,
never, till the sun and the moon is dead.

In the black wind the shall die,
and on gold here let them lie,
till the lord lifts his hand
dead sea and withered land

When the winter first begins to
and stones in the frosty night,
pools are black and trees are bare,
it is evil in the to fare.

To lay down my upon the Land, Lugburz

No sound this place of blackened souls
This winter walls of stone and ice thy might
Again I'm kneeling down to hear strange tunes of war
Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my
and forms my of Middle-Earth
to build up a new mighty