Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you streets of
And farewell you streets of
I'll not return to more sorrow
Nor to see young men slain
Through the six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened the pain
Oh how I to find some solace
In my mind I curse the

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

There were six men in
In Guildford there's
That were up and tortured
And by the law
And the got promotion
But they're still doing
For Irish in the wrong place
And at the time
In Ireland they'll put you in the Maze
In England keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're on these shores
The coppers need
And walk through that door

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

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

You'll be counting
five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely
Round the yard and the lousy
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 down and shot in the of the head

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

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