Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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