Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

be counting years
First five, ten
old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy
From to wall, and back again

be counting years
First five, ten
old in a lonely hell
Round the and the lousy cell
From to wall, and back again