Luyện nghe bài hát In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

Far over the misty mountains
To dungeons and carvens old
We away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted

The pines were on the height
The winds were moaning in the
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 halls beneath the fells

For ancient kind and elvish
There many a gleaming hord
They shaped and wrought, and light they
To hide in gems on of sword