Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

When you woke morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears 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 hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind 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 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 were we conscious of its darkness.)

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

Your has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the 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 from the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
It was your decision to have those young slaughtered.

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

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, now; empty sockets in futile 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
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you -
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 death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in death.

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

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