Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of
I'll not return to feel sorrow
Nor to see young men slain
Through the six years I've lived 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 streets of
No I'll not return to feel sorrow
Nor to see young men slain

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

You'll be counting
First five, ten
old in a lonely hell
Round the and the stinking cell
wall to wall, and back again

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

be counting years
First five, ten
old in a lonely hell
Round the and the lousy cell
wall 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
over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked and shot in the back of the head

You'll be 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 lonely
Round the yard and the cell
wall to wall, and back again