Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday, Bloody Sunday

I can't believe the news
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 under children's feet
Bodies across the dead end street
But I won't heed the call
It puts my up
my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Bloody

And the battle's just
There's lost, but tell me who has won
The is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers,
apart

Sunday, Bloody
Sunday, Sunday

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

Wipe tears away
Wipe your away
your tears away, ect

Sunday, Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody (Sunday, Bloody 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 about this Chris, and it seems our show is lacking something.

Chris: that?

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 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: This is my for this show...

Some Drunken Are you a Prisoner of Society?!

*Long 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 said "Oh, No worries, mate!" and he says "Nah, You 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!!"

*Cheers*

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 short, Club 161 on the corner of I believe it's High Street and Chapel Street in Prane...Get Fucked You Pricks!

*Eruption of Applause*

Haha...Black bagged!