Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

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

Ah, the bells that call the minds
To come and find the they'll forget tonight,
The sheer delight, the of empty halls,
Grafittied of dirty bathroom stalls,
Create the in the slumbered stares,
That can prove and can go nowhere.
They will alone,
Pointed directions can never be shown,
But by the many faces of the unknown,
And the surrender to the sweet tone.
I realised! I should've foreseen!
What I been, what I could've been

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

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