Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, there a bloody murder
people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State found the first available
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, to board the boat
And this is story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something didn't do
And if any should say, "British justice is the best in the world"
them, "Well of course it is, for the vested interests it serves"
The men were to Morkham to be tested for explosives
which have since proved ambiguous but were at the time held as conclusive
One scientists' word was sufficient to the Irish men
Like vultures the police moved in to interrogations
In the circumstances how well do you think the men's were observed?
The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think they their judgement reserved?
Does till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked around a ball
In a dark windowless room a dozen detectives were waiting
Billy Power was thrown in, the serious questions about to
He was kicked and hit and from all sides, spread-eagled against the wall
They kicked him and hit him again, a voice the dark said, "Stretch his balls"
after, poor Billy surrendered, screamed, "I'll tell you anything you want me to say"
Sat in his own excretia, he could speak he remained in a daze
Whilst compiled his statement of how he planted the bombs
They threatened him the treatment again so Billy signed a confession
Thursday night became Friday night, the men were took 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 hands while he signed his
And Richard was threatened with a gun
The cop said it was OK to shoot him, that the home given permission
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 man, was picked up in Berm and tortured
He, too, done it but they made him sign a confession to mass murder
Six men in isolation no contact with each other
And it weren't Monday morning that they each got a duty solicitor
Still separate each unbuttoned his to show how he'd been beaten up
The solicitors, filling in legal aid forms, there wasn't time and refused to look
The only injury, Johnny Walker's black eye in court that day
he tried to unbotton his shirt all the majistrates said, "Let's take him away"
Leland workers staged a walkout, their read "Hang the IRA"
The labor government empowered at the time through the PTA
In their war on the Irish the British wanted vengeance
glaring omissions in the so-called confessions the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed their claims, it would've meant there'd been a conspiracy
Between fifteen officers from two different forces, as if it was an
The police in became heroes, got their promotion and victory medals
The six men got life imprisonment and years on they're still in jail
The men protested their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf
They wanted to the policemen to trial, the appeal took seven years
Lord Denning dismissed their out of hand, saying "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State machine could never it's done wrong
Another six years, appeal, another set of judiciary
To uphold the original convictions as and satisfactory
For if it ever gets out that the judges wrong, well 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 should say, "British is the very best in the world"
Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the interests it serves"
For as long as we remain ignorant they'll fight war against Ireland
For as long as we remain they'll imprison any they want
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, Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Billy Power
fighting for their freedom fifteen long years on
Their spirits remain when our State is dead
When our State is
When our State is and gone