Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

There 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 being Irish in the place
And at the time
In Ireland put you away 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
five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the cell
From wall to wall, and again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and
Who tortured the innocent, 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
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the cell
From wall to wall, and again

May the whores of the empire lie in their beds
And sweat as count out the sins on their 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
Round the yard and the cell
From wall to wall, and back

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