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 much better, voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but still on your own at night.
You've got to such a noise to understand the silence.
like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind from the window,
Seeing it, but not touched by it.

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

HOW IT FEEL?
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 of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in death.

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

You never wanted or solution,
From the start you after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason out other choices,
Your gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so that the lesson be taught
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to those young boys 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 thousand
Sunken eyes, now; empty sockets in futile death.

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

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

You us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who slaughtered out of pride.
how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, 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 those boys slaughtered.

You use deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a blackmail.
You say "Think of what young men gave"
As you try to us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, by the violence
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, cold in cold earth.
How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't your fucking 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 your war!