Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their eyes
What they think of and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily them
Now declining
Return is not an option as denies them
With this they to dive in
Now along the shore and so aware of their
Other children of this prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of stands his majesty with treasure
Now the material things that kings that could never forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
to him his head would be the first that they would sever
And up on a pike up along the beach
Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their
And so began it here. And for 500
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
and means from mistreated human beings
A slave labor provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and
Using manifest to siphon off the land
native caretakers who can barely understand
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not 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 repair it when they leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories were
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to the most, from 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 tears they soak on
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 ancient cars on even older streets
And a city well preserved and most likely at peak
A so advanced, and by condition of the teeth
They can tell that they was civil, not in the least
A society at peace. With liberty and for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that there was any at all
That pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
From the sheer of paper, most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. They had to be behaved
Assumed they had clean energy, but to no enemies
honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies
Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this must be the
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My youth