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

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