Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

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

Her singing touched
And melted their
Her choirs inspired the
For the lost grail, the Benedict arts
And the best of the Catholic

But if one
One little thing
Would darken this
There be such consequences

Like the Sister Victoria
Stepped in the freezing cold
No would light at evening mass

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

In truth, the abbess with her pious
Enjoyed the new pain
Proof to the that the briers of sin
all the world in Satan's name

Victoria Varco, heiress
To a proud noble
pregnant by her recklessness
Who then foul to a violent fate

Such was clime in expedient times
And the of besmirching her name
Her child was
She was dragged to walls
For a life in obedient

But not one
One little thing
Would darken facade

Like the night Victoria
Woke in her room
She spent a week spiraling heaven

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

When here eyelids close, on a shore
intoxicating beauty would appear
The sweetest composed
Those abating lips
Tho dirty secrets in her ear

secrets

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

Ah, the spurting of his seed
The paradise
She the beast
the heavens trembled

Forcing
Her lover licks her
That drips upon the
And out of hand
Coarse plots

For in the convent walls
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 golden chain amiss