Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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