Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

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

were six men in Birmingham
In there's four
That were up and tortured
And by the law
And the filth got
But they're still time
For being Irish in the wrong
And at the wrong
In they'll put you away in the Maze
In England keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these
The coppers need
And they through that door

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

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

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

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

be counting years
First five, ten
old in a freezing hell
Round the and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back

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