Luyện nghe bài hát Iris (and The Burning Aureole)

Oh, how much I love eyes
I'm waving moonbeams on a nightside
Sea
Whenever, wherever mine yours so
Amenable I do feel, until I myself I
Behind the on the shore of the
sandcastles.
Broken shivers, memories still haunt me.
The in golden armour turns into
Millions of vacant sins ; sickles
to find a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one with experiences,
Tassels in faces...
Iris is a qua non for us indeed, though,
Absolute darkness me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I recall all
I've seen so far through burning blood
Red "oh, it makes me soften,
I how terrific it'd be to sojourn two
Thousand years with you ; inept
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a of terra firma ; as an urn I
Hold and the ashes of my dying race ; as
I up, Iris grows too, but, how can I
Speak to the dry 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 things won't ever
Touch our flesh, let them go, let fade
Behind, let them at the Iris' narcotic
Sight the flaming aureole will offer
Us pleasure ; the an infant gets
Long its mother's white, fluid bribe.