Luyện nghe bài hát Procession

Subjected nevermore, to the whims of the
Steal their flesh, from the pool of the
more, erythematous moisture
Beyond high, by the kind
Feel it, to evermore
Of the of the world, where processions' end
nevermore, to the fears of the dying
Feel their high, attempts to
flesh will sigh, in the midst of moisture
One more for the chosen kind
Can you feel it? Can you their high?
it! Breathe evermore!
Breathe from the kind, then lie back down
Feel their and breathe evermore
End your for the nevermore