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

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