Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you of sorrow
And you streets 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 darkened the pain
Oh how I long to find solace
In my I curse the strain

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

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

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

A curse on the judges, the and screws
Who the innocent, wrongly accused
For the of promotion
And justice to
May the be their judges when they rot down 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 back

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

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

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