Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, there a bloody murder
Twenty-one people by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the State found the first available scapegoats--
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, to board the boat
And this is their story, very sad, but
Of how six men falsely imprisoned for something they didn't do
And if any say, "British justice is the very best in the world"
Tell them, "Well of it is, for the vested interests it serves"
The men taken to Morkham to be tested for explosives
Tests which have since proved ambiguous but were at the time as conclusive
One scientists' word was to condemn the Irish men
Like vultures the police moved in to interrogations
In the circumstances how well do you think the men's rights were
The cops thought had the bombers; do you think they kept their judgement reserved?
Does 'innocent till proven have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police house by cops being kicked around like a ball
In a dark windowless room a dozen detectives were waiting
Billy Power was in, the serious questions about to begin
He was and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled against the wall
They kicked him and hit him again, a voice from the said, "Stretch his balls"
Soon after, poor Billy surrendered, screamed, "I'll you anything you want me to say"
Sat in his own excretia, he could hardly speak he in a daze
Whilst cops compiled his statement of how he planted the
They threatened him with the treatment again so signed a confession
night became Friday night, the five men were took back to Birmingham
The threats and the violence taste of what was to come
Deprived of food and sleep, all part of procedure to the men
Johnny Walker out twice; they untied his hands while he signed his confession
And Richard McIlkenny was threatened a gun
The cop said it was OK to him, that the home officer'd given permission
The cop asked him if he was going to sign, put the gun against his
Playing Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged thought he was dead
Hugh Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in Berm and
He, too, done it but they made him sign a confession to mass murder
Six men kept in no contact with each other
And it weren't Monday morning that they each got a duty solicitor
Still each unbuttoned his shirt to show how he'd been beaten up
The solicitors, in legal aid forms, said there wasn't time and refused to look
The only obvious injury, Johnny Walker's black eye in court day
When he to unbotton his shirt all the majistrates said, "Let's take him away"
Leland staged a walkout, their banners read "Hang the IRA"
The labor government empowered at the time through the PTA
In their war on the Irish the British wanted vengeance
Despite glaring omissions in the so-called the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed their claims, said it would've meant there'd a conspiracy
Between fifteen officers two different forces, as if it was an impossibility
The police in fact heroes, got their promotion and victory medals
The six men got life imprisonment and fifteen years on they're still in
The men their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf ears
They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal took seven
Lord dismissed their case out of hand, saying "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State could never admit it's done wrong
six years, another appeal, another set of judiciary
To uphold the convictions as safe and satisfactory
For if it ever gets out the State judges wrong, well what would people say?
We'd say, "We know who are real are now", and we'd form our own IRA
Oh let me tell a story, very sad, but
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something didn't do
And if any should say, "British justice is the very in the world"
Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the interests it serves"
For as long as we remain they'll fight their war against Ireland
For as as we remain silent they'll imprison any they want
For as long as we keep our eyes shut they'll continue to us
For as long as we remain they'll trample us into the dust
Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Power
Still fighting for freedom fifteen long years on
spirits shall remain when our State is dead
When our State is
When our State is dead and