Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you of sorrow
And you streets 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 streets the pain
Oh how I long to some solace
In my I curse the strain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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