Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
Things I've
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their then
What they think of islands and much in their size
and plentiful and resource to provide them
Supplies slim. when so heavily inside them
Now steadily
Return is not an option as necessity denies
this 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 with
Now the material things that that could never last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and how to 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 rest to turn from their beliefs
And so began it here. And for 500
Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and from mistreated human beings
A slave labor force provides wealth to the
And the new regime establish and expand
Using manifest destiny to siphon off the
From native caretakers who can understand
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was 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 don't repair it when leave it
The forests's were cleared, the were built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to the most, from the day you left your boats
You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
"A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep
They discover ancient 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 society at peace. With liberty and for all
Neatly in what seems to be a wall
would doubt that there was any starvation at all
That pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved
Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no
Very honest with overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out
And must be the temple
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 soak on through
Things done
My
My youth