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

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