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

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