Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

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

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

But if one
One precious little
Would darken facade
would be such consequences

Like the night Victoria
Stepped in from the cold
No candles would light at evening

The days passed by a sigh
But came thick with dread
Intangible, the air was of wanderlust
And bloodshed

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

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

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

But not one
One precious little
darken this facade

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

And as the seasons wheezed and
Her dreams more 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 symphony composed
Those lips rose
Tho whisper secrets in her ear

secrets

A dream a dream
She finds herself this
Abreast a dune
And below the moon
a dark-some stranger

Ah, the spurting of his inside
The paradise
She the beast
Until the trembled

Forcing
Her lover her blood
drips upon the sand
And out of hand
Coarse plots

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

So, in for nightly runs
Past tongues and hiss
She promised to assist the
For an ancient golden amiss