Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their then
they think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to them
Supplies slim. when so heavily inside them
Now steadily
Return is not an option as necessity them
With this they choose to in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of land prepare to share in their surviving
A of feathers stands his majesty with treasure
Now the material that kings that could never last forever
But of the spirit world and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that 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, til they nearly disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from human beings
A slave force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
Using manifest to siphon off the land
From native who can barely understand
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky 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 forests's were cleared, the were built
And your mistakes be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and needs and
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you left boats
You'll but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things I don't know
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
Things I've
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
Appeared "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 meters
They discover ancient cars on older streets
And a city preserved 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
carved in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that there was any at all
they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper, most used for trade
Everything's so organized. They had to be well
Assumed they had clean energy, but to no enemies
Very leaders with overwhelming sympathies
Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this must be the
This White.
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My youth