🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Foes Shall Fall - Summoning

 The sword is sharp, the spear  long
 The arrow swift, the gate  strong
 The heart is bold that  on gold
  dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
 
 The mountain  once more is freed
 O! Wandering fold,  summons heed
 Come  Come haste! Across the waste
 The king of friend  kin has need.
 
 Now call  over mountains cold
 Come  unto the caverns old
 Here at the gates the king 
 His hands are rich with gems and 
 
  king is come unto his hall
  the mountain dark and tall
  worm of dread is slain and dead
  ever so our foes shall fall