Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The glorious poetic of consciousness
In and broken corsets
Led me to I wouldn't be
All I could be the military.
Ah, but i didn't to fight
For broken in disguise,
Nor no country.
I siege upon protections of a city,
Become a before the age of twenty.
Aaah, a pity!
I could've realised, I foreseen!
What I could've been, I could've been!

Ah, the tolling bells that call the
To come and find the answers they'll tonight,
The sheer delight, the sight of halls,
Grafittied walls of dirty stalls,
Create the visions in the stares,
That can nothing 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 could've realised! I foreseen!
What I could've been, what I could've

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

Ah to control the of obviousness,
Of the smooth and daily stress of princesses,
I'd give my to know the cold
Of oppressed by promises too old.
Oh, but I could so tell,
That my lips the bars of a cell,
Of abundance,
I abandon 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...
he could've been, what I could've been!