Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

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

Each step he
The change
From fragrance
To strange
A magnificent
his eye

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

Thinking he is alone
He the room, as if it were his own
But on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company of

stands astonished
Doubting his
by beauty
Gripped in

Three vermilion
Of face
The motion
Filled with

melodies
Fill the echoing
But there is no of warning
In the siren's

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

Putting fear him
He in beauty blind
He slips into the
Leaving his shredded clothes

With tongues
test, taste 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 feel no
Only a
That a name would

the first drop
Of my blood in their
Their are convulsed
In mortal
The cries, "We all
loved you Rael'"

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

Looking for
I I will not find
I stroke the now turning pale
In which I'd entwined

O Lamia, your flesh remains
I will take as my
It is the scent of that lingers
On my fingers

behind me
The water turns icy
The are dimmed
And again the stage is set for you