Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We on the horizon. The passion in their eyes then
What they think of islands and much in their size
and plentiful and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so inside them
Now declining
Return is not an option as denies them
With they choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so of their arriving
Other children of this land prepare to in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with
Now the material things that kings that could last forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
to him his head would be the first that they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up along the
Kept up as a warning to the to turn away 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 grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 2)
Ways and means mistreated human beings
A slave labor provides wealth to the machine
And the new regime establish and expand
Using manifest destiny to siphon off the
native caretakers who can barely understand
"How can land be 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 when the heated, for the sake of what's not
You but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists repair it when they leave it
The forests's cleared, the factories were built
And your mistakes will be repeated by future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you left boats
starve but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles they
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the of the east
"A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep
They discover 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 that was civil, not barbaric in the least
A at peace. With liberty and justice for all
Neatly carved in what to be a wall
They would doubt that was any starvation at all
That pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
From the amount 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 leaders with overwhelming sympathies
kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this be the temple
This White.
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
Things I've
My
My youth