Luyện nghe bài hát In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

Far the misty mountains cold
To dungeons and carvens old
We must ere break of day
To seek the enchanted gold

The pines were on the height
The winds were in the night
The fire was read, it spread
The trees like torches with light

The dwarves of yore made spells
hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the

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