Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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

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

Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday

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

Sunday, Bloody
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 tears away, ect

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

*END OF
THE INTRO TO "WITCH DOCTOR"

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

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

Chris: What's

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 stop the show and get shit off my chest! It will be therapy. Is that ok with everyone?!

Crowd:

Scott(bassist): You gonna get

Nah

Ok, good!

Trav: is my controversy for this show...

Some Drunken Fan: Are you a 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 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 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 you got tats!". I said "That is fucking discrimination cunt!!"

*Cheers*

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

Trav: Hang on! Hey! No! 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: *Eruption of

Haha...Black bagged!