Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you of sorrow
And farewell you 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 to find some solace
In my mind I the strain

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'll be years
First five, ten
old in a freezing hell
Round the and the lousy cell
wall to wall, and back again

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