Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The glorious poetic of consciousness
In and broken corsets
Led me to believe I be
All I be outside the military.
Ah, but i want to fight
For empires in disguise,
Nor no country.
I siege upon protections of a city,
Become a general the age of twenty.
Aaah, a pity!
I could've realised, I foreseen!
What I been, what I could've been!

Ah, the tolling bells call the minds
To come and find the answers forget tonight,
The delight, the sight of empty halls,
Grafittied of dirty bathroom stalls,
Create the in the slumbered stares,
can prove nothing and can go nowhere.
They will alone,
Pointed directions that can be shown,
But by the many masked of the unknown,
And the surrender to the sweet tone.
I realised! I should've foreseen!
What I could've been, I could've been

The conversation,
Imaginations of the strangers,
of the crimes,
Protesting sighs beyond their non times:
"Women's are misogyny revived,
A brand of slavery newly contrived"
But I no opinion,
Of new losing battles to new unions,
Or new religions slaying for dominion.
Let me just concentrate on making my million.
Let me not realise, what I could've
That I been, what I could've been!

Ah to control the of obviousness,
Of the smooth caress and stress of princesses,
I'd give my soul to the cold
Of hands by promises too old.
Oh, but I so easily tell,
That my kissed the bars of a cell,
Of abundance,
I would for a partner in the dance,
an old king protecting borders from the Lanc-
Elot of fear that forbid that king a chance.
To have realised, to foreseen...
What he could've been, what I been!