🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells - Summoning

 Far  the misty mountains cold
 To dungeons deep and carvens 
 We must away ere break of 
 To seek the  enchanted gold
 
  pines were roaring on the height
 The  were moaning in the night
 The fire was read, it  spread
  trees like torches blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made mighty 
 While hammers fell like  bells
  places deep where dark things sleep
 In hollow halls  the fells
 
 For ancient kind  elvish lord
 There many a gleaming golden 
 They  and wrought, and light they caught
 To hide in gems on hilt  sword