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 mine crosses so
I do feel, until I myself I hide
Behind the on the shore of the
sandcastles.
Broken shivers, memories still haunt me.
The knight in armour turns into
Millions of sins ; inner sickles
to find a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one memorable 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 through this blood
Red "oh, it makes me soften,
I how terrific it'd be to sojourn two
Thousand with you ; your inept
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a of terra firma ; as an urn I
Hold and kiss the ashes of my 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,
for sure 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 stare at the Iris' narcotic
Sight while the flaming will offer
Us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant
with its mother's white, fluid bribe.