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,
Maybe someone what you say, but you're 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 hear the
when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not touched 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 colours of our childhood 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 mother of a death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty 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 cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You in the face of the death 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 those young boys slaughtered.

You never wanted or solution,
From the start you after war and destruction.
Your reason ruled out other choices,
Your gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your 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 it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold in cold earth.
How it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost empty sockets in futile death.

Throughout our you and your kind
stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and in filthy war.
What right have you to defile birth?
What right have you to devour flesh?
What right to on hope with the gory madness
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
Young boys now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; sockets in futile death.

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

You use those to achieve your ends still,
Using the as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of those young men gave"
As you try to bind us in your death,
Yet we do think of them, ice and silence
In the snow moorlands, stopped 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 of a thousand death?
Young rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand

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