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

 Far  the misty mountains cold
 To dungeons deep and  old
 We must  ere break of day
  seek the pale enchanted gold
 
 The pines were roaring  the height
 The winds were moaning in the 
 The  was read, it flaming spread
 The trees like torches  with light
 
  dwarves of yore made mighty spells
 While hammers  like ringing bells
 In places  where dark things sleep
 In hollow halls beneath  fells
 
 For ancient kind  elvish lord
 There  a gleaming golden hord
 They shaped and wrought, and light they 
 To hide in gems on hilt of