Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in eyes then
What they think of and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale so heavily inside them
Now steadily
is not an option as necessity denies them
With this choose to dive in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of this land to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of stands his majesty with treasure
Now the material things that kings that never last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony
Unbenounced to him his head be the first that they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up along the
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 nearly disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The they grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
and means 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 who can barely understand
"How can be owned 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 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 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 never die. In a of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
Appeared "A pit" 100 wide and 100 meters deep
They discover cars on even older streets
And a city well and most likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the
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 pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper, most likely for trade
Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved
Assumed they had clean energy, but to no enemies
Very leaders with overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out
And must be the temple
This White.
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
Things done
My
My youth