Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but still on your own at night.
got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't the silence
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 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 asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW DOES IT
How does it feel to be the mother of a death?
Young boys rest now, graves in cold earth.
How does it to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; sockets in futile 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 pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to have young boys slaughtered.

You wanted peace or solution,
the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason out other choices,
Your gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those boys slaughtered.

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

Throughout our history you and kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the
To be twisted and torn in war.
right have you to defile 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 to have those young boys slaughtered.

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

You accuse us of for the dead,
But it was you who out of national pride.
Just how much did you What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd you their all,
That once flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to those young boys slaughtered.

You use deaths to achieve your ends still,
the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of what those men gave"
As you try to bind us in your death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and
In the covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
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 rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the of a thousand 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 fucking war!