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

 Far over the misty mountains 
 To dungeons deep and carvens 
 We must away  break of day
 To seek  pale enchanted gold
 
 The pines were roaring on  height
 The winds were moaning  the night
 The fire  read, it flaming spread
 The  like torches blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made mighty 
 While hammers fell like ringing 
 In places deep  dark things sleep
  hollow halls beneath the fells
 
 For ancient kind  elvish lord
 There many a  golden hord
 They shaped and wrought, and light  caught
 To hide in gems on hilt  sword