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

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