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

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