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

 Far over the  mountains cold
 To dungeons deep and  old
 We must away  break of day
 To seek the pale  gold
 
 The pines were roaring  the height
 The winds were moaning  the night
  fire was read, it flaming spread
 The trees like  blazed with light
 
  dwarves of yore made mighty spells
 While hammers fell like ringing 
 In places deep where dark things 
 In hollow halls  the fells
 
 For ancient kind and elvish 
 There many a gleaming golden 
  shaped and wrought, and light they caught
  hide in gems on hilt of sword