Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

So farewell you of sorrow
And you streets of pain
No I'll not to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men

There were six men in
In there's four
were picked up and tortured
And by the law
And the filth got
But still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong
And at the time
In they'll put you away in the Maze
In England keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're caught on shores
The coppers need
And they walk through that

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

A curse on the judges, the and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly
For the of promotion
And to sell
May the be their judges when they rot down in hell

You'll be counting
First five, ten
Growing old in a hell
Round the and the lousy cell
wall to wall, and back again

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their
And as they count out the sins on their heads
While in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the

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

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