Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
They let me go
are left as proof
But tears they soak on
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in eyes then
they think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to them
slim. Morale when so heavily inside them
Now declining
Return is not an as necessity denies them
With this choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so aware of arriving
Other children of land prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of stands his majesty with treasure
Now the material things that kings that could last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the that they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up 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 they disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from mistreated human
A labor force provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and
Using manifest destiny to siphon off the
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 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 don't repair it they leave it
The forests's were cleared, the factories built
And mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you to have the most, from the day you left your boats
starve but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they soak on
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
Appeared "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 deep
They ancient cars on even older streets
And a city well preserved and likely at it's peak
A so advanced, and by condition of the teeth
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 doubt that there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the poverty problem all
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 took to no
honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And must be the temple
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears soak on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable