Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you streets of
And you streets of pain
I'll not return to more sorrow
Nor to see more young men
the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened the pain
Oh how I to find some solace
In my mind I the strain

So you streets of sorrow
And you streets of pain
No not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more men slain

were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford four
That were picked up and
And by the law
And the got promotion
But still doing time
For being in the wrong place
And at the wrong
In Ireland put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for seven long
God help you if you're caught on these shores
The coppers need
And they walk through that

You'll be years
First five, ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the stinking
From wall to wall, and again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and
Who tortured the innocent, accused
For the of promotion
And justice to
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in

You'll be counting
five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the cell
wall to wall, and back again

May the whores of the empire lie awake in beds
And sweat as they out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie
down and shot in the back of the head

You'll be counting
five, then ten
Growing old in a freezing
Round the and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and again

be counting years
First five, ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the lousy
From wall to wall, and back