Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your 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 such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being by it.

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

HOW IT FEEL?
How it feel 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.

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

You never peace or solution,
the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason out other choices,
Your mockery gagged moderate voices.
So keen to play 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 decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a death?
boys 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.

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

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

You accuse us of 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 communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you all,
That once living flesh defiled in the
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

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

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