Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's
That were picked up and
And by the law
And the filth got
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 they'll you for seven long days
God help you if you're caught on these shores
The need someone
And they walk through that

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

A curse on the judges, the coppers and
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly
For the of promotion
And justice to
May the judged be judges when they rot down in hell

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

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

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

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