Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, reeled in horror
Within three the British State found the first available scapegoats--
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, about to board the
And this is story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for they didn't do
And if any should say, "British is the very best in the world"
Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the vested it serves"
The men taken to Morkham to be tested for explosives
Tests which since proved ambiguous but were at the time held as conclusive
One scientists' word was sufficient to condemn the men
vultures the police moved in to begin interrogations
In the how well do you think the men's rights were observed?
The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think they kept their reserved?
Does till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked around like a ball
In a dark room half a dozen detectives were waiting
Billy Power was thrown in, the questions about to begin
He was kicked and hit and punched all sides, spread-eagled against the wall
They kicked him and hit him again, a from the dark said, "Stretch his balls"
Soon after, Billy surrendered, screamed, "I'll tell 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
threatened him with the treatment again so Billy signed a confession
Thursday became Friday night, the five men were took back to Birmingham
The threats and the violence continued--a of what was to come
of food and sleep, all part of procedure to break the men
Johnny Walker blacked out twice; they untied his while he signed his confession
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
Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged McIlkenny thought he was dead
Hugh Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in and tortured
He, too, hadn't it but they made him sign a confession to mass murder
Six men kept in isolation no contact with each
And it weren't until Monday that they each got a duty solicitor
Still separate each unbuttoned his shirt to how he'd been beaten up
The solicitors, filling in legal aid forms, said wasn't time and refused to look
The only injury, Johnny Walker's black eye in court that day
When he tried to unbotton his 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
Despite glaring omissions in the confessions the six men hadn't a chance
The judge their claims, said it would've meant there'd been a conspiracy
Between fifteen from two different forces, as if it was an impossibility
The in fact became 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 the policemen to trial, the appeal took seven years
Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the machine could never admit it's done wrong
Another six years, another appeal, another set of
To the original convictions as safe and satisfactory
For if it ever gets out that the judges wrong, well what would people say?
say, "We know who are real enemies are now", and we'd form our own IRA
Oh let me a story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for they 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 long as we remain silent they'll any they want
For as long as we keep our shut they'll continue to contain us
For as long as we remain passive they'll trample us the dust
Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Power
Still for their freedom fifteen long years on
spirits shall remain when our State is dead
When our State is
When our State is and gone