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

 Far over the misty mountains 
  dungeons deep and carvens old
 We must away  break of day
 To seek the pale enchanted 
 
 The  were roaring on the height
 The winds were moaning in  night
 The fire  read, it flaming spread
 The trees like torches  with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made mighty 
 While hammers fell like ringing 
 In places deep where dark  sleep
  hollow halls beneath the fells
 
 For ancient kind  elvish lord
  many a gleaming golden hord
 They  and wrought, and light they caught
 To hide in gems on hilt  sword