Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in
Within three hours the British State found the first available
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, to board the boat
And this is their story, sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they do
And if any should say, "British justice is the best in the world"
Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the interests it serves"
The men were taken to Morkham to be tested for
Tests which have since proved ambiguous but at the time held as conclusive
One word was sufficient to condemn the Irish men
Like the police moved in to begin interrogations
In the circumstances how do you think the men's rights were observed?
The cops they had the bombers; do you think they kept their judgement reserved?
Does 'innocent proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police surrounded by cops being kicked around like a ball
In a dark windowless room half a dozen detectives were
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 voice from the 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 hardly speak he remained in a
cops compiled his statement of how he planted the bombs
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 continued--a taste of was to come
Deprived of food and sleep, all of procedure to break the men
Johnny Walker blacked out twice; untied his hands while he signed his confession
And Richard McIlkenny was with a gun
The cop said it was OK to shoot him, that the home officer'd permission
The cop him if he was going to sign, put the gun against his head
Playing Russian with a blank; when he banged McIlkenny thought he was dead
Hugh Callaghan, a man, was picked up in Berm and tortured
He, too, hadn't done it but they made him sign a to mass murder
Six men kept in isolation no contact with other
And it until 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, said wasn't time and refused to look
The only obvious injury, 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 a walkout, their banners read "Hang the IRA"
The labor government at the time rushed through the PTA
In war on the Irish people the British wanted vengeance
Despite glaring omissions in the so-called the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed their claims, it would've meant there'd been a conspiracy
Between officers from two different forces, as if it was an impossibility
The police in fact became heroes, got their promotion and victory
The six men got life imprisonment and years on they're still in jail
The men their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf ears
They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal took years
Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, saying "These cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State machine could never 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 State judges wrong, well what would say?
We'd say, "We know who are real enemies are now", and form our own IRA
Oh let me a story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were imprisoned for something 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 ignorant fight their war against Ireland
For as long as we remain silent imprison any they want
For as long as we keep our shut they'll continue to contain us
For as as we remain passive they'll trample us into the dust
Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Power
Still fighting for their freedom fifteen years on
spirits shall remain when our State is dead
When our State is
When our State is and gone