Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford four
were picked 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 keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're on these shores
The need someone
And they walk through door

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

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

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

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their
And sweat as count 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 years
five, then ten
Growing old in a hell
the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and again

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