Luyện nghe bài hát In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

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

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

The of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell ringing bells
In places where dark things sleep
In hollow beneath the fells

For ancient kind and lord
There a gleaming golden hord
shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on of sword