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

  over the misty mountains cold
 To dungeons deep  carvens old
 We must away ere  of day
 To seek the pale  gold
 
 The pines were  on the height
 The  were moaning in the night
 The fire was read,  flaming spread
 The trees like torches blazed  light
 
 The dwarves of yore  mighty spells
 While hammers  like ringing bells
 In places deep  dark things sleep
 In  halls beneath the fells
 
 For ancient kind  elvish lord
 There many a gleaming golden 
 They shaped and wrought,  light they caught
 To  in gems on hilt of sword