《Streets of Sorrow / Birmingham Six》歌词

[00:00:00] Streets Of Sorrow Birmingham Six - The Pogues

[00:00:10] Oh farewell you streets of sorrow

[00:00:18] Oh farewell you streets of pain

[00:00:25] I'll not return to feel more sorrow

[00:00:33] Nor to see more young men slain

[00:00:39] Through the last six years I've lived through terror

[00:00:48] And in the darkened streets the pain

[00:00:55] Oh how I long to find some solace

[00:01:03] In my mind I curse the strain

[00:01:10] So farewell you streets of sorrow

[00:01:19] And farewell you streets of pain

[00:01:25] No I'll not return to feel more sorrow

[00:01:34] Nor to see more young men slain

[00:01:49] There were six men in Birmingham

[00:01:51] In Guildford there's four

[00:01:52] That were picked up and tortured

[00:01:54] And framed by the law

[00:01:56] And the filth got promotion

[00:01:57] But they're still doing time

[00:01:59] For being Irish in the wrong place

[00:02:01] And at the wrong time

[00:02:02] In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze

[00:02:05] In England they'll keep you for several long days

[00:02:09] God help you if ever you're caught on these shores

[00:02:12] And the coppers need someone

[00:02:14] And they walk through that door

[00:02:15] You'll be counting years

[00:02:17] First five, then ten

[00:02:18] Growing old in a lonely hell

[00:02:22] Round the yard and the stinking cell

[00:02:25] From wall to wall, and back again

[00:02:28] A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws

[00:02:32] Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,

[00:02:35] For the price of promotion

[00:02:36] And justice to sell

[00:02:38] May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

[00:02:41] You'll be counting years

[00:02:43] First five, then ten

[00:02:45] Growing old in a lonely hell

[00:02:48] Round the yard and lousy cell

[00:02:51] From wall to wall, and back again

[00:03:09] May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds

[00:03:12] And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads

[00:03:16] While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead

[00:03:19] Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

[00:03:22] You'll be counting years

[00:03:23] First five, then ten

[00:03:25] Growing old in a freezing hell

[00:03:28] Round the yard and the lousy cell

[00:03:32] From wall and back again

[00:03:35] Counting years

[00:03:36] First five, then ten

[00:03:38] Growing old in a lonely hell

[00:03:41] Round the yard and the lousy cell

[00:03:45] From wall to wall and back again