Luyện nghe bài hát Iris (and The Burning Aureole)

Oh, how much I your eyes
I'm waving moonbeams on a nightside
Sea
Whenever, wherever crosses yours so
Amenable I do feel, until I myself I
Behind the sand-dunes on the of the
sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, memories still me.
The knight in golden armour turns
Millions of vacant sins ; 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,
Absolute reminds me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I all those
I've so far through this burning blood
Red "oh, it makes me soften,
I realize how it'd be to sojourn two
Thousand years with you ; your
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a creature of terra ; as an urn I
and kiss the ashes of my dying race ; as
I up, Iris grows too, but, how can I
Speak to the dry ground about the wet
Of my ?
Wisdom's cavern stands far oceans,
That's for my dear.
Here I feel the crux of all our
Dilemmas, all those things ever
Touch our flesh, let them go, let them
Behind, let them stare at the narcotic
Sight while the flaming aureole offer
Us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant
Long its mother's white, fluid bribe.