Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they 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
they think of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and to provide them
Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside
Now declining
Return is not an option as necessity denies
With this choose to dive in
Now the shore and so aware of their arriving
Other children of land prepare to share in their surviving
A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty treasure
Now the material that kings that could never 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 along the
Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away their beliefs
And so it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, til they nearly disappear
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from mistreated beings
A slave labor force wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
Using manifest destiny to siphon off the
From native 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 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 were cleared, the factories were
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you your boats
You'll starve but never die. In a world of hungry
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
They let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they soak on
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 3)
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the
Appeared "A pit" 100 meters and 100 meters deep
They ancient cars on even older streets
And a well 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 seems to be a
They would doubt there was any starvation at all
That they pretty 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 leaders with overwhelming
Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out
And this must be the
White. House
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears they on through
I've done
My
My youth