Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you woke this you looked so rocky-eyed,
and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're on your own at night.
got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you hear the silence
Even when there - like the wind seen from the window,
it, but not being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we of it.
We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW IT FEEL?
How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in earth.
How it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Your arrogance has these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your to have those young boys slaughtered.

You never peace or solution,
From the start you lusted war and destruction.
Your reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged moderate voices.
So to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have young boys slaughtered.

How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Throughout our you and your kind
Have the young bodies of the living
To be and torn in filthy war.
What have you to defile those birth?
What have you to devour that flesh?
What right to on hope with the gory madness
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young slaughtered.

How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in death.

You us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? respect did you have
As you those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to have those boys slaughtered.

You use deaths to achieve your ends still,
the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of those young men gave"
As you try to us in your living death,
Yet we do of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to those young boys slaughtered.

How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the of a thousand death?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop fucking war!