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

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