Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State found the first available
Irish men bound for Belfast, about to board the boat
And is their 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 vested it serves"
The men were taken to Morkham to be tested for
which have since proved ambiguous but were at the time held as conclusive
One scientists' word was to condemn the Irish men
Like vultures the police in to begin interrogations
In the circumstances how well do you think the rights were observed?
The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think they kept judgement reserved?
'innocent till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops being around like a ball
In a dark windowless room half a dozen detectives were
Billy Power was in, the serious questions about to begin
He was kicked and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled the wall
They him and hit him again, a voice from the dark said, "Stretch his balls"
Soon after, poor Billy surrendered, screamed, "I'll tell you you want me to say"
Sat in his own excretia, he could hardly he remained in a daze
Whilst compiled his statement 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 taste of what was to come
Deprived of food and sleep, all part of procedure to the men
Johnny Walker blacked out they untied his hands while he signed his confession
And McIlkenny was threatened with a gun
The cop said it was OK to shoot him, that the officer'd given permission
The cop asked him if he was going to sign, put the gun his head
Playing Russian with a blank; when he banged McIlkenny thought he was dead
Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in Berm and tortured
He, too, hadn't done it but they made him a confession to mass murder
Six men kept in isolation no contact with other
And it weren't until Monday morning they each got a duty solicitor
separate each unbuttoned 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 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 banners "Hang the IRA"
The labor government empowered at the rushed through the PTA
In their war on the Irish people the British wanted
Despite omissions in the so-called confessions the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed claims, said 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 medals
The six men got life and fifteen years on they're still in jail
The men protested their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf
They wanted to bring the to trial, the appeal took seven years
Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, saying "These actions go on"
What he really was the State machine could never admit it's done wrong
Another six years, another appeal, set of judiciary
To uphold the original convictions as safe and
For if it ever gets out that the State judges wrong, well what would say?
We'd say, "We 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 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"
For as long as we remain ignorant they'll fight their war 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 long as we remain passive they'll trample us the dust
Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Billy Power
Still fighting for freedom fifteen long years on
Their spirits shall remain when our State is
When our State is
our State is dead and gone