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

 Far over the misty mountains 
 To  deep and carvens old
 We must away  break of day
 To  the pale enchanted gold
 
 The pines  roaring on the height
 The  were moaning in the night
 The fire was  it flaming spread
  trees like torches blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made  spells
 While  fell like ringing bells
 In places deep where dark things 
 In hollow halls beneath  fells
 
 For ancient  and elvish lord
 There many a gleaming  hord
 They  and wrought, and light they caught
 To hide in gems  hilt of sword