Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
In the at all hallows fair
A in an oyster she shone like a star
Augmenting her prayers

Her singing touched
And melted hearts
Her choirs the search
For the lost grail, the Benedict arts
And the best of the Church

But if one
One precious little
darken this facade
There would be such

Like the night Sister
Stepped in from the freezing
No would light at evening mass

The days passed by without a
But dusk thick with dread
Intangible, the air was of wanderlust
And bloodshed

In truth, the abbess with her whims
Enjoyed the new pain
Proof to the that the briers of sin
Entangled all the world in name

Victoria Varco, once
To a noble estate
Fell by her recklessness
Who fell foul to a violent fate

Such was here in expedient times
And the shame of her name
Her child was
She was dragged to these
For a life in obedient

But not one
One precious little
Would darken facade

Like the night Sister
screaming in her room
She spent a week from heaven

And as the seasons and pained
Her dreams grew perverse
For no good reasons she to find
An alluring woman naked, save for jewels and

When here eyelids close, on a shore
This beauty would appear
The sweetest symphony
Those lips rose
Tho whisper dirty in her ear

secrets

A dream within a
She finds this nymph
Abreast a dune
And the crescent moon
Atop a dark-some

Ah, the spurting of his seed
The paradise
She rides the
Until the trembled

Forcing
Her lover licks her
That upon the sand
And almost out of
Coarse assemble

For somewhere in the convent
A treasure rests
to the vestibules
Like of the flesh

So, in return for runs
tongues and wisdom's hiss
She promised to the hunt
For an ancient golden amiss