Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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

Broken under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end
But I won't heed the call
It my back up
my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday

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

Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Sunday

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

Wipe your away
Wipe your away
your tears away, ect

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

*END OF
*PLAYS THE TO "WITCH DOCTOR"

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

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

Chris: that?

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

*Applause*

Scott(bassist): You get naked?

Nah

Ok, good!

Trav: is my controversy for this show...

Some Drunken Are you a Prisoner of Society?!

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

No!

Trav: ...and rumored to be drugs, I won't confirm those 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 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 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!