Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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

Broken bottles under children's
Bodies strewn across the dead end
But I heed the battle call
It puts my up
Puts my back up against the

Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Bloody

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

Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday

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

Wipe your away
your tears away
Wipe your away, ect

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

*END OF
THE INTRO 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 show is something.

Chris: that?

Trav: It's lacking controversy, There's no controversy in rock n' roll! And I've just decided, right now, 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 for this show...

Some Fan: Are you a Prisoner of Society?!

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

No!

Trav: ...and rumored to be taking drugs, I won't confirm allegations 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 said "Oh, No worries, mate!" and he says "Nah, You can't 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 "That is fucking discrimination cunt!!"

*Cheers*

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

Trav: 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 High Street and Chapel Street in Prane...Get Fucked You Pricks!

Crowd: of Applause*

Haha...Black bagged!