Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The in their eyes then
What think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now steadily
Return is not an as necessity denies them
With this they choose to in
Now along the and so aware of their arriving
Other children of this land prepare to in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty treasure
Now the material things 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 would sever
And stuck up on a pike up the beach
Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away their beliefs
And so it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
and means from mistreated human beings
A slave labor force wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and
Using manifest destiny to off the land
From native caretakers who can understand
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the owned by fish."
But the lesson when the heated, for the of what's not needed
You but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists repair it when they leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your
Foolishness and flaws, greed and needs and
And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats
You'll starve but never die. In a world of hungry
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they soak on
Things done
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 at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the
They can tell they was civil, not barbaric in the least
A at peace. With liberty and justice for all
carved in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for
Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved
Assumed they had energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders with sympathies
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And must be the temple
This White.
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable