Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, 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.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the
Even when it's - like 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 did we feel there was a need for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our were we conscious of its darkness.)

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

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

You wanted peace or solution,
From the start you lusted war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out choices,
Your mockery more moderate voices.
So to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Lady with 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 young 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, lost now; empty sockets in death.

Throughout our history you and your
Have stolen the young of the living
To be twisted and in filthy war.
What right have you to those birth?
What right have you to that flesh?
What to spit on hope with the gory madness
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 thousand
boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it to be the mother of a thousand 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 much did you care? respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you all,
That once living defiled in the hell
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to those young boys slaughtered.

You use those to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a blackmail.
You say "Think of what those men gave"
As you try to us in your 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 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 mother of a death?

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