Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

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

(We asked 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 asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW IT FEEL?
How does it 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, now; empty sockets in futile death.

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

You never wanted or solution,
From the start you lusted war and destruction.
Your reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that 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 decision to have those boys slaughtered.

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

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

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

You us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who out of national pride.
Just how did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal
You buried them rough-handed, given you their all,
That living flesh defiled in the hell
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to those 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 living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice and silence
In the snow moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to have those boys slaughtered.

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

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