Luyện nghe bài hát In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

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

The were roaring on the height
The winds were in the night
The was read, it flaming spread
The trees torches blazed with light

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

For kind and elvish lord
There many a golden hord
They shaped and wrought, and they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of