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 lived through terror
And in the darkened the pain
Oh how I long to some solace
In my mind I the strain

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

There six men in Birmingham
In Guildford four
were picked up and tortured
And by the law
And the got promotion
But they're doing time
For being Irish in the place
And at the wrong
In Ireland they'll put you away in the
In England they'll keep you for seven days
God help you if you're caught on these shores
The need someone
And walk through that door

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

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

be counting years
First five, ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the lousy
From wall to wall, and again

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

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