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
Things I've
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in their eyes
they think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and to provide them
Supplies slim. when so heavily inside them
Now steadily
is not an option as necessity denies them
With this choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so aware of their
children of this land prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with
Now the material things kings that could never last forever
But secrets of the spirit and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head be the first 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 it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things that I know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
and means from mistreated human beings
A labor force provides wealth to the machine
And the new regime establish and expand
Using manifest destiny to off the land
From native caretakers who can barely
"How can land be owned by another man. 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 the heated, for the sake of what's not needed
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 your mistakes will be repeated by your future doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats
You'll but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The icicles grow
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But they 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 meters
They ancient cars on even older streets
And a city preserved and most likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the
can tell that they 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 that there was any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the poverty problem all
From the sheer amount of paper, likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. They had to be well
Assumed they had clean energy, but to no enemies
Very honest with overwhelming sympathies
Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And must be the temple
This White.
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But they soak on through
I've done
My
My unforgivable