Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but 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 still on own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being 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 childhood were we of its darkness.)

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

Your arrogance has gutted 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 death cause you are so and vain,
Your stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to have those boys slaughtered.

You never peace or solution,
From the start you after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out choices,
Your mockery gagged more voices.
So keen to play bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your to have those young boys slaughtered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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