Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The grows richer
He knows he be near
He a long passageway
Lit by

Each he takes
The perfumes
From familiar
To flavors
A chamber
his eye

Inside, a rose water pool
Is by fine mist
Stepping in the moist
With a warm breeze gently kissed

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

Rael stands
his sight
Struck by
Gripped in

Three snakes
Of female
The motion
Filled with

melodies
Fill the hall
But is no sign of warning
In the siren's

"Rael
We are the Lamia of the
We have waiting
For our to bring you cool"

fear beside him
He trusts in blind
He slips the nectar
Leaving his shredded behind

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

As they the fruit of my flesh
I feel no
Only a
That a would stain

the first drop
Of my blood in veins
Their faces are
In mortal
The cries, "We all
Have you Rael'"

empty snakelike body floats
Silent in empty boats
A sickly fills the room
The bitter harvest of a bloom

Looking for
I know I not find
I stroke the curls now turning
In which I'd lain

O Lamia, flesh that remains
I will as my food
It is the scent of garlic that
On my fingers

behind me
The water icy blue
The lights are
And once the stage is set for you