Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(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 declining
Return is not an option as necessity denies
this they choose to dive in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of this land prepare to share in surviving
A pigeontry of feathers his majesty with treasure
Now the material that kings that could never last forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that they would
And stuck up on a 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 nearly disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from mistreated beings
A slave force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new establish and expand
manifest destiny to siphon off the land
From native caretakers who can barely
"How can land 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 by fish."
But the lesson the heated, for the sake of what's not needed
You but do not eat it
The excessive and don't repair it when they leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for mistreatments
and flaws, greed and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to the most, from the day you left your boats
You'll but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the of the east
Appeared "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 deep
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
They can tell they was civil, not barbaric in the least
A society at peace. With liberty and for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that was any starvation at all
That 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 behaved
Assumed had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders with overwhelming
Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out
And this be the temple
This White.
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The icicles grow
They let me go
are left as proof
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable