Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

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

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our 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 colours of our childhood were we of its darkness.)

HOW IT FEEL?
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 thousand
Sunken eyes, lost empty sockets in futile death.

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

You wanted peace or solution,
the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your reason ruled out other choices,
Your gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that war be fought.
Iron Lady with your heart so eager 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 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 thousand
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty in futile death.

Throughout our history you and your
Have the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and in filthy war.
What right have you to those birth?
What right you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on 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 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 now; empty sockets in 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 bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you all,
That once flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

You use those deaths to your ends still,
Using the as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of those young men gave"
As you try to bind us in living death,
Yet we do of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, by the violence
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
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 graves in earth.
How does it feel to be the of a thousand death?

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