Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
never 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 eyes then
What think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so inside them
Now declining
Return is not an option as necessity denies
With this they choose to in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of this prepare to share in their surviving
A of feathers 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 stuck up on a pike up the beach
up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefs
And so began it here. And for 500
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from mistreated beings
A slave force provides wealth to the machine
And the new regime establish and expand
Using manifest to siphon off the land
native caretakers who can barely understand
"How can land be owned by 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 they it
The forests's were cleared, the factories built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you your boats
You'll but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
"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. With and justice for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that was any starvation at all
they 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 well
Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no
Very honest with overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And this be the temple
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My youth