Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The poetic spheres of consciousness
In bayonets and corsets
Led me to I wouldn't be
All I could be the military.
Ah, but i didn't want to
For empires in disguise,
Nor no country.
I wanted upon protections of a city,
a general before the age of twenty.
Aaah, a pity!
I could've realised, I foreseen!
What I could've been, what I been!

Ah, the tolling bells that call the
To come and find the they'll 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 travel alone,
Pointed directions that can be shown,
But by the many masked of the unknown,
And the to the sweet silent tone.
I could've realised! I foreseen!
What I could've been, I could've been

The conversation,
of the everlasting strangers,
of the crimes,
Protesting sighs beyond their non peculiar
"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 concentrate on making my million.
Let me not realise, I could've foreseen
I could've 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 hands oppressed by 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 would forbid king a chance.
To realised, to have foreseen...
What he could've been, I could've been!