Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We on the horizon. The passion in their eyes then
What they think of islands and more in their size
and plentiful and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now declining
Return is not an option as necessity denies
With this they to dive in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of this land prepare to in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his with treasure
Now the material that kings that could never last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that they would
And up on a pike up along the beach
Kept up as a warning to the to turn away from their beliefs
And so began it here. And for 500
Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they soak on
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
Ways and from mistreated human beings
A slave labor force wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
Using manifest to siphon off the land
From native caretakers who can barely
"How can land be by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish."
But the lesson when the heated, for the sake of what's not
You but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists don't repair it when leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories were
And your will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats
You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
Things I've
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the of the east
"A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep
They discover ancient on even older streets
And a city well preserved and most likely at it's
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the
They can tell that was civil, not barbaric in the least
A society at peace. liberty and justice for all
carved in what seems to be a wall
They doubt that there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper, likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved
they had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders overwhelming sympathies
kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this be the temple
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable