Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
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 out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What did you have
As you sent those bodies to their 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 decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

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

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

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