Luyện nghe bài hát What I Could've Been

The poetic spheres of consciousness
In bayonets and corsets
Led me to believe I be
All I be outside the military.
Ah, but i didn't to fight
For broken in disguise,
Nor no country.
I siege upon protections of a city,
a general before the age of twenty.
Aaah, a pity!
I realised, I should've 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 of empty halls,
Grafittied walls of bathroom stalls,
Create the visions in the stares,
That can nothing and can go nowhere.
They travel alone,
directions that can never be shown,
But by the many masked of the unknown,
And the to the sweet silent tone.
I could've realised! I foreseen!
I could've been, what I could've been

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

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