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 as proof
But they 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 islands and much in their size
and plentiful and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now steadily
Return is not an option as necessity denies
With they choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so of their arriving
Other children of this land to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty treasure
Now the material things that kings that never last forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up along the
Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn from their beliefs
And so began it here. And for 500
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things I don't know
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
Ways and means mistreated human beings
A slave force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and
manifest destiny to siphon off the land
From caretakers 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 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 elitists don't it when they leave it
The forests's cleared, the factories were built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats
You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are left as
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 ancient cars on even older streets
And a city well preserved and 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 and justice for all
Neatly carved in what seems to be a
would doubt that there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper, likely used for trade
so organized. They had to be well behaved
Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no
Very honest with overwhelming sympathies
kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And must 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 tears they soak on
Things I've
My
My youth