Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

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

So farewell you streets of
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 were picked up and
And by the law
And the got promotion
But they're still time
For being Irish in the wrong
And at the time
In they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for seven days
God help you if ever you're caught on shores
The coppers need
And walk through that door

You'll be 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 and screws
Who tortured the innocent, accused
For the of promotion
And to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in

You'll be years
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 in their beds
And sweat as count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the

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

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