Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 1)
We on the horizon. The passion in their eyes then
What they think of islands and more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now declining
Return is not an as necessity denies them
With this choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so of their arriving
Other children of this prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty treasure
Now the material things that kings that could last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in together
to him his head would be the first that they would sever
And up on a pike up along 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 nearly
(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 done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
and means from mistreated human beings
A labor force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
manifest destiny to siphon off the land
From native 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 when the heated, for the sake of what's not
You but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists don't repair it they leave it
The were cleared, the factories were built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to the most, from the day you left your boats
You'll starve but never die. In a world of ghosts
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The icicles 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 cars on even older streets
And a city 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. liberty and justice for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt there was any starvation at all
That they pretty had the poverty problem all solved
the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. They had to be well
they had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very leaders with overwhelming sympathies
kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this must be the
This White.
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My unforgivable