Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The glorious poetic spheres of
In and broken corsets
Led me to I wouldn't be
All I could be the military.
Ah, but i didn't want to
For broken in disguise,
Nor no country.
I wanted siege 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 bells that call the minds
To come and the answers they'll forget tonight,
The sheer delight, the of empty halls,
Grafittied of dirty bathroom stalls,
Create the visions in the stares,
That can nothing and can go nowhere.
They will alone,
Pointed directions that can be shown,
But by the faces masked of the unknown,
And the surrender to the silent tone.
I could've realised! I foreseen!
What I could've been, what I been

The conversation,
Imaginations of the strangers,
of the crimes,
Protesting sighs beyond their non times:
"Women's are misogyny revived,
A brand of just newly contrived"
But I no opinion,
Of new confederates battles to new unions,
Or new slaying children for dominion.
Let me just on making my first 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 daily of princesses,
I'd give my soul to the cold
Of oppressed by promises too old.
Oh, but I could so tell,
That my lips kissed the of a cell,
Of abundance,
I would abandon for a in the dance,
Like an old king protecting borders from the
of fear that would forbid that king a chance.
To have realised, to foreseen...
What he could've been, what I been!