Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, occurred a bloody murder
people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within hours the British State found the first available scapegoats--
Five Irish men for Belfast, about to board the boat
And this is story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they do
And if any should say, "British justice is the very in the world"
Tell them, "Well of it is, for the vested interests it serves"
The men were taken to Morkham to be for explosives
Tests which have since proved ambiguous but were at the time held as
One word was sufficient to condemn the Irish men
vultures the police moved in to begin interrogations
In the circumstances how well do you think the men's were observed?
The cops they 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 surrounded by cops kicked around like a ball
In a dark windowless room a dozen detectives were waiting
Billy Power was thrown in, the questions about to begin
He was kicked and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled against the
kicked him and hit him again, a voice from the dark 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 remained in a
Whilst cops compiled his of how he planted the bombs
They threatened him with the treatment so Billy signed a confession
Thursday night became Friday night, the five men were back to Birmingham
The threats and the violence continued--a taste of what was to
Deprived of food and sleep, all part of procedure to the men
Johnny Walker blacked out twice; they untied his while he signed his confession
And Richard McIlkenny was threatened a gun
The cop said it was OK to shoot him, that the home officer'd given
The cop asked him if he was going to sign, put the gun his head
Playing Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged thought he was dead
Hugh Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in and tortured
He, too, hadn't done it but made him sign a confession to mass murder
Six men kept in isolation no contact with other
And it weren't until morning that they each got a duty solicitor
Still separate each his shirt to show how he'd been beaten up
The solicitors, filling in legal aid forms, said there wasn't time and refused to
The only obvious injury, Johnny black eye in court that day
When he tried to unbotton his shirt all the said, "Let's take him away"
Leland workers staged a walkout, banners read "Hang the IRA"
The government empowered at the time rushed through the PTA
In their war on the Irish the British wanted vengeance
Despite omissions in the so-called confessions the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed their claims, said it meant there'd been a conspiracy
Between fifteen officers from two forces, as if it was an impossibility
The police in fact became heroes, got their and victory medals
The six men got life imprisonment and fifteen years on they're still in
The men protested their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf
They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal seven years
Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, saying "These cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State machine could never admit it's wrong
Another six years, another appeal, another set of
To uphold the original as safe and satisfactory
For if it ever gets out that the State judges wrong, what would people say?
We'd say, "We know who are enemies are now", and we'd form our own IRA
Oh let me tell a story, sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they 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"
For as long as we remain ignorant they'll fight their war Ireland
For as long as we remain silent they'll imprison any they
For as long as we keep our eyes shut they'll continue to us
For as as we remain passive they'll trample us into the dust
Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill, McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Billy Power
Still fighting for their fifteen long years on
spirits shall remain when our State is dead
When our State is
our State is dead and gone