Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(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
Things I've
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 and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now declining
Return is not an option as necessity them
With they choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so aware of arriving
Other children of this land to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with
Now the material things that kings that could never forever
But secrets of the spirit and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head 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 from their beliefs
And so it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, til they nearly disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The they grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they soak on
I've done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
Ways and from mistreated human beings
A slave labor provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and
Using manifest destiny to off the land
From native caretakers who can understand
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal 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 not needed
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
and flaws, greed and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you left your
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
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they soak on
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As dig in the deserts of the east
Appeared "A pit" 100 wide and 100 meters deep
They discover ancient cars on even streets
And a city well preserved and likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by of the teeth
They can tell they was civil, not barbaric in the least
A at peace. With liberty and justice for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that was any starvation at all
That they much had the poverty problem all solved
From the sheer of paper, most likely used for trade
so organized. They had to be well behaved
Assumed had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders with sympathies
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And must be the temple
This White.
(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
Things done
My
My unforgivable