Luyện nghe bài hát Iris (and The Burning Aureole)

Oh, how I love your eyes
I'm waving moonbeams on a nightside
Sea
Whenever, mine crosses yours so
Amenable I do feel, until I myself I
the sand-dunes on the shore of the
sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, memories haunt me.
The knight in golden turns into
of vacant sins ; inner sickles
Trying to a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one with experiences,
in white faces...
Iris is a qua non for us indeed, though,
Absolute darkness me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I all those
I've seen so far through this blood
Red "oh, it makes me soften,
I realize how terrific it'd be to two
Thousand years with you ; your
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a creature of firma ; as an urn I
Hold and kiss the ashes of my dying ; as
I grow up, Iris too, but, how can I
to the dry ground about the wet saliva
Of my ?
cavern stands far from oceans,
That's for my dear.
Here I the crucial crux of all our
Dilemmas, all those things ever
Touch our flesh, let them go, let them
Behind, let them stare at the narcotic
while the flaming aureole will offer
Us ; the pleasure an infant gets
Long its mother's white, fluid bribe.