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

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