Luyện nghe bài hát Misty Mountains (a Cappella)

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

The pines were on the height,
The winds were in the night.
The was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches with light.

The wind was on the heath,
But in the forest stirred no
There shadows lay be or day,
And things silent crept beneath.

(Aaaahh aaahh...)

The wind went on from to East;
All movement in the ceased,
But shrill and harsh the marsh
Its whistling were released.

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