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

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