Luyện nghe bài hát Misty Mountains (a Cappella)

Far over the Mountains cold
To dungeons and caverns old
We must away, ere of day,
To find our forgotten gold.

The pines were on the height,
The were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it spread;
The trees like blazed with light.

The was on the withered heath,
But in the forest no leaf:
shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent beneath.

(Aaaahh aaahh...)

The wind went on West to East;
All in the forest ceased,
But and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices released.

Farewell we to hearth and hall!
Though may blow and rain may fall,
We away ere break of day
Far o'er the wood and tall.