Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The scent richer
He he must be near
He finds a long
Lit by

Each he takes
The change
From familiar
To strange
A magnificent
his eye

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

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

Rael astonished
Doubting his
Struck by
Gripped in

Three vermilion
Of face
The smallest
Filled grace

Muted
the echoing hall
But is no sign of warning
In the call

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

fear beside him
He trusts in blind
He slips into the
his shredded clothes behind

With tongues
They test, taste and judge all that is
They in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my

As they the fruit of my flesh
I no pain
Only a
That a name would

the first drop
Of my blood in veins
faces are convulsed
In pains
The cries, "We all
loved you Rael'"

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

Looking for
I I will not find
I stroke the curls now pale
In which I'd lain

O Lamia, flesh that remains
I will take as my
It is the of garlic that lingers
On my chocolate

Looking me
The water turns icy
The are dimmed
And once again the is set for you