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 a star
her sisterhoods prayers

Her singing angels
And their hearts
Her choirs inspired the
For the lost holy grail, the arts
And the of the Catholic Church

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

Like the Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the cold
No candles light at evening mass

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

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

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

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

But not one
One little thing
darken this facade

Like the Sister Victoria
Woke screaming in her
She spent a week spiraling from

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

here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty appear
The symphony composed
Those abating lips
Tho dirty secrets in her ear

secrets

A within a dream
She finds herself this
Abreast a desert
And the crescent moon
Atop a stranger

Ah, the spurting of his inside
The paradise
She rides the
Until the heavens

Forcing
Her licks her blood
That drips the sand
And almost out of
plots assemble

For somewhere in the convent
A Templar rests
Forgotten to the
Like of the flesh

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