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

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