Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their eyes
What they think of islands and much more in size
Bountiful and plentiful and to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so inside them
Now steadily
Return is not an option as necessity them
With this they to dive in
Now along the and so aware of their arriving
Other children of land prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his with treasure
Now the material things that kings that could last forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head be the first that they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up along the
Kept up as a to the rest to turn 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 don't
The icicles they
They let me go
are left as proof
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
and means from mistreated human beings
A slave force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
Using manifest to siphon off the land
native caretakers who can barely understand
"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 the heated, for the sake of what's not needed
You but do not eat it
The excessive and don't repair it when they leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories were
And mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to the most, from the day you left your boats
You'll starve but never die. In a of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't
The they grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they on through
Things done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the of the east
Appeared "A pit" 100 meters and 100 meters deep
They discover ancient cars on older streets
And a city well and most likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by of the teeth
can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the least
A society at peace. liberty and justice for all
Neatly carved in what seems to be a
would doubt that there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the poverty problem all
From the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for
Everything's so organized. They had to be well
Assumed had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders with overwhelming
Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this must be the
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears soak on through
Things I've
My
My youth