Luyện nghe bài hát Iris (and The Burning Aureole)

Oh, how much I your eyes
I'm waving like moonbeams on a
Sea
Whenever, wherever mine crosses so
I do feel, until I myself I hide
Behind the on the shore of the
sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, memories haunt me.
The in golden armour turns into
Millions of sins ; inner sickles
to find a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one with experiences,
in white faces...
Iris is a qua non for us indeed, though,
darkness reminds me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I all those
I've seen so far this burning blood
Red veil "oh, it me soften,
I realize how terrific be to sojourn two
Thousand years with you ; your
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a creature of firma ; as an urn I
Hold and kiss the of my dying race ; as
I grow up, Iris too, but, how can I
Speak to the dry about the wet saliva
Of my ?
Wisdom's cavern far from oceans,
That's for my dear.
I feel the crucial crux of all our
Dilemmas, all things won't ever
our flesh, let them go, let them fade
Behind, let them stare at the narcotic
Sight while the flaming will offer
Us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant
Long with its mother's white, bribe.