Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The glorious poetic spheres of
In bayonets and broken
Led me to believe I 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!
I could've 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 sight of halls,
Grafittied walls of dirty stalls,
Create the visions in the stares,
can prove nothing and can go nowhere.
They travel alone,
Pointed that can never be shown,
But by the many masked of the unknown,
And the surrender to the silent tone.
I realised! I should've foreseen!
What I could've been, I could've been

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

Ah to the mess of obviousness,
Of the smooth caress and daily of princesses,
I'd give my soul to know the
Of hands by promises too old.
Oh, but I so easily tell,
That my lips 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 that would forbid that king a chance.
To realised, to have foreseen...
What he been, what I could've been!