Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the Duboir
In the at all hallows fair
A pearl in an oyster she like a star
Augmenting her sisterhoods

Her singing angels
And melted hearts
Her inspired the search
For the lost holy grail, the Benedict
And the best of the Church

But if one
One precious thing
Would this facade
There be such consequences

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

The days by without a sigh
But dusk came thick dread
Intangible, the air was of wanderlust
And approaching

In truth, the with her pious whims
the new girl's 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 fell foul to a fate

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

But not one
One precious little
Would darken this

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

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

When eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This beauty would appear
The sweetest composed
abating lips rose
Tho whisper dirty in her ear

secrets

A dream a dream
She finds herself this
a desert dune
And below the crescent
Atop a dark-some

Ah, the spurting of his inside
The triggers
She the beast
Until the heavens

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

For in the convent walls
A Templar rests
to the vestibules
Like pleasures of the

So, in return for runs
Past tongues and wisdom's
She to assist the hunt
For an golden chain amiss