🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Foes Shall Fall - Summoning

 The sword is sharp, the spear  long
 The  swift, the gate is strong
 The heart is bold  looks on gold
 The dwarves no more  suffer wrong
 
 The mountain throne  more is freed
 O! Wandering fold,  summons heed
 Come haste! Come haste! Across the 
 The king  friend and kin has need.
 
 Now call we over  cold
 Come back unto the  old
 Here at the gates  king awaits
 His hands are rich  gems and gold
 
 The king is  unto his hall
  the mountain dark and tall
 The worm  dread is slain and dead
 And ever so our foes  fall