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

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