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 more
Nor to see more young men
the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the
Oh how I long to find some
In my mind I curse the

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

There six men in Birmingham
In Guildford four
That were up and tortured
And by the law
And the filth got
But still doing time
For being in the wrong place
And at the time
In they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll you for seven long days
God you if ever you're caught on these shores
The coppers someone
And they walk 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 on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly
For the price of
And justice to
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in

You'll be years
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 empire lie awake in beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on heads
While over in eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and in the back 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

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