Luyện nghe bài hát Iris (and The Burning Aureole)

Oh, how much I your eyes
I'm waving like on a nightside
Sea
Whenever, mine crosses yours so
Amenable I do feel, I myself I hide
Behind the on the shore of the
sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, still haunt me.
The knight in golden armour turns
Millions of vacant sins ; sickles
to find a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one memorable experiences,
Tassels in faces...
Iris is a qua non for us indeed, though,
Absolute reminds me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I recall all
I've so far through this burning blood
Red "oh, it makes me soften,
I realize how terrific be to sojourn two
Thousand with you ; your inept
Dreams...my mansion".
I'm a creature of firma ; as an urn I
Hold and the ashes of my dying race ; as
I grow up, Iris too, but, how can I
Speak to the dry ground the wet saliva
Of my ?
Wisdom's cavern far from oceans,
for sure my dear.
Here I the crucial crux of all our
Dilemmas, all those won't ever
Touch our flesh, let them go, let them
Behind, let them at the Iris' narcotic
Sight the flaming aureole will offer
Us pleasure ; the an infant gets
Long with its white, fluid bribe.