Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody
Twenty-one people by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British found the first available scapegoats--
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, about to board the
And is their story, very sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely for something they 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 taken to Morkham to be tested for
Tests which have since proved but were at the time held as conclusive
One scientists' was sufficient to condemn the Irish men
Like vultures the police moved in to begin
In the circumstances how do you think the men's rights were observed?
The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think kept their judgement reserved?
Does 'innocent till proven guilty' have any at all
When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked like a ball
In a windowless room half 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, against 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 you anything you want me to say"
Sat in his own excretia, he could hardly he remained in a daze
Whilst cops compiled his of how he planted the bombs
They him with the treatment again so Billy signed a confession
Thursday night Friday night, the five men were took back to Birmingham
The threats and the violence continued--a of what was to come
Deprived of food and sleep, all of procedure to break the men
Johnny Walker blacked out twice; they 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 given permission
The cop asked him if he was going to sign, put the gun against his
Playing Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged McIlkenny thought he was
Callaghan, a sixth 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 weren't until Monday morning they each got a duty solicitor
Still 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 to look
The only obvious injury, Johnny black eye in court that day
When he tried to unbotton his all the majistrates said, "Let's take him away"
Leland workers a walkout, their banners read "Hang the IRA"
The labor empowered at the time rushed through the PTA
In their war on the Irish people the British vengeance
Despite glaring omissions in the 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 different forces, as if it was an
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 innocence but it fell mainly on deaf ears
They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal seven years
Lord Denning dismissed case out of hand, saying "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State machine could never admit it's wrong
six years, another appeal, another set of judiciary
To uphold the convictions as safe and satisfactory
For if it ever out that the State 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 something didn't 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 ignorant they'll fight their war against Ireland
For as long as we remain silent imprison any they want
For as long as we our eyes shut they'll continue to contain 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 their freedom fifteen long on
Their spirits shall when our State is dead
our State is dead
When our is dead and gone