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 be outside the military.
Ah, but i didn't want to
For broken in disguise,
Nor no country.
I wanted siege upon of a city,
a general before 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 that call the
To come and find the answers they'll tonight,
The sheer delight, the sight of halls,
walls of dirty bathroom stalls,
Create the in the slumbered stares,
That can nothing and can go nowhere.
They travel alone,
directions that 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 sighs beyond their non peculiar
"Women's are misogyny revived,
A of slavery just newly 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, I could've foreseen
That I could've been, I could've been!

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