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

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