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

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