Luyện nghe bài hát In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

Far over the mountains cold
To deep and carvens old
We away ere break of day
To seek the pale gold

The pines roaring on the height
The winds moaning in the night
The was read, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed light

The of yore made mighty spells
While fell like ringing bells
In places deep where things sleep
In halls beneath the fells

For kind and elvish lord
There many a gleaming hord
They and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in on hilt of sword