Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

There six men in Birmingham
In there's four
That were up and tortured
And by the law
And the got promotion
But they're still doing
For Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong
In they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for seven long
God help you if ever you're on these shores
The coppers need
And they walk that door

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

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

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

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

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

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