Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The grows richer
He knows he must be
He finds a passageway
Lit by

step he takes
The perfumes
From fragrance
To strange
A magnificent
his eye

Inside, a long water pool
Is shrouded by fine
in the moist silence
With a warm breeze gently kissed

Thinking he is alone
He enters the room, as if it his own
But ripples on the pink water
Reveal company unthought of

stands astonished
Doubting his
by beauty
Gripped in

Three vermilion
Of face
The smallest
Filled grace

Muted
the echoing hall
But there is no sign of
In the siren's

"Rael
We are the of the pool
We have been
For our waters to you cool"

fear beside him
He in beauty blind
He into the nectar
Leaving his shredded clothes

their tongues
They test, and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of
That glide up and my spine

As they nibble the fruit of my
I no pain
Only a
a name would stain

With the first
Of my in their veins
Their faces are
In pains
The cries, "We all
Have you Rael'"

Each empty snakelike body
Silent sorrow in empty
A sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a bloom

for motion
I I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning
In which I'd entwined

O Lamia, your flesh remains
I take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that
On my chocolate

behind me
The turns icy blue
The are dimmed
And once again the is set for you