Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their then
What they think of islands and much in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to them
Supplies slim. Morale so heavily inside them
Now declining
Return is not an option as necessity denies
With this they to dive in
Now along the shore and so aware of arriving
Other children of this land prepare to share in surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with
Now the things that kings that could never last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that would sever
And up on a pike up along the beach
Kept up as a warning to the rest to away from their beliefs
And so it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The icicles grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and from mistreated human beings
A slave labor force provides to the machine
And helps the new establish and expand
Using manifest to siphon off the land
From native caretakers who can barely
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish."
But the lesson when the heated, for the of what's not needed
You but do not eat it
The and elitists don't 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 mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you to have the most, from the day you left your boats
You'll starve but never die. In a world of ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable
(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 well preserved and most likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the
They can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the
A society at peace. With and justice for all
Neatly carved in what to be a wall
They would doubt that was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the poverty problem all
From the sheer of paper, most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved
Assumed they had energy, but took to no enemies
honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And must be the temple
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable