Luyện nghe bài hát The Birmingham Six

Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody
Twenty-one people by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
three hours the British State found the first available scapegoats--
Five Irish men bound for Belfast, about to the boat
And this is their story, sad, but true
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for they didn't do
And if any should say, "British justice is the best 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
Tests which have since proved but were at the time held as conclusive
One word was sufficient to condemn the Irish men
vultures the police moved in to begin interrogations
In the circumstances how do you think the men's rights were observed?
The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think they kept their judgement
Does till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When alone in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked around like a ball
In a dark windowless room half a dozen were waiting
Billy Power was thrown in, the serious about to begin
He was kicked and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled the wall
They kicked him and hit him again, a 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 speak he in a daze
Whilst cops compiled his 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 what was to
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 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 against his
Playing Russian roulette with a 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 each
And it weren't until morning that they each got a duty solicitor
Still separate each his shirt to show how he'd been beaten up
The solicitors, in legal aid forms, said there 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, banners read "Hang the IRA"
The labor government at the time rushed through the PTA
In their war on the Irish people the British vengeance
glaring omissions in the so-called confessions the six men hadn't a chance
The judge dismissed their claims, said it would've meant there'd been a
Between fifteen officers from two 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 on deaf ears
They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal took years
Lord Denning dismissed their out of hand, saying "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the machine could never admit it's done wrong
Another six years, appeal, another 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 people
say, "We know who are real enemies are now", and we'd form our own IRA
Oh let me tell a story, very sad, but
Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something 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"
For as long as we remain ignorant they'll fight 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 as we remain passive they'll trample us into the dust
Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Billy Power
Still fighting for their fifteen long years on
Their spirits shall when our State is dead
When our State is
When our State is and gone