Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday, Bloody Sunday

I can't believe the today
Oh, I can't close my
And it go away
How long...
How long must we sing song?
How How long...
tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end
But I heed the battle call
It puts my up
Puts my back up the wall

Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Bloody

And the just begun
There's lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers,
Torn

Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Bloody

How long...
How long must we this song?
How How long...
tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Wipe your away
Wipe tears away
your tears away, ect

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Sunday)

OF SONG*
*PLAYS THE TO "WITCH DOCTOR"

Chris(guitarist/singer): and Gentlemen, Trav Dempsy on the drums!

Trav(drummer): I've been thinking very hard about this Chris, and it seems our is lacking something.

What's that?

Trav: It's lacking controversy, no controversy in rock n' roll! And I've just decided, right now, that every time we play, I'm gonna stop the show and get shit off my chest! It will be therapy. Is that ok with everyone?!

Crowd:

Scott(bassist): You get naked?

Nah

Ok, good!

Trav: This is my controversy for show...

Drunken Fan: Are you a Prisoner of Society?!

Trav: Pause* No. Can I just have my little 3 minutes of fame, thank you! One night, me and Scott were out drinking...

No!

Trav: ...and rumored to be taking drugs, I won't confirm those and we went to a nightclub. And its like, 5 in the morning and ya know what, I get to the door and the guy says; "You can't come in!". I thought because it was 5 in the morning.

Boo!

Trav: And I "Oh, No worries, mate!" and he says "Nah, You can't come in because you got tattoos."

Boooooo!

Trav: And I said to him, "Haha, You have GOT to be kidding!" and he says "Nah mate, Honest, You can't come in because you got tats!". I said "That is fucking cunt!!"

Crowd:

Chris: It IS discrimination!!...we got one left...

Trav: Hang on! Hey! No! Fuck it! I know this is on tape, but I've got my controversy! And anyway, to cut a long story short, Club 161 on the corner of I believe it's Street and Chapel Street in Prane...Get Fucked You Pricks!

*Eruption of Applause*

Haha...Black bagged!