Sunday Bloody Sunday
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SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight... Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...tonight... Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and TV reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won On... Sunday Bloody Sunday | DOMHNACH, FUILTEACH DOMHNACH Ní chreidim an nuacht inniu. Ní dhúnaim mo shúile agus déanann go bhfuil sé imithe Cá fhad, cá fhad canfaimid an t-amhrán seo Cá fhad, cá fhad? Mar anocht Táimid mar duine amháin, anocht Buidéal briste faoi na cosa na páistí. An tsráid ceann caoch faoi bhrat na choirpe Ní thabharfaidh mé aon aird ar an scairt cogadh Cuireann sé mo dhroim suas, mo dhroim suas in aghaidh an balla Domhnach, fuilteach Domhnach Oh, téimis Domhnach, fuilteach Domhnach Oh, téimis Domhnach, fuilteach Domhnach Oh, téimis Domhnach, fuilteach Domhnach Oh, téimis Agus anois thosaíodh an cogadh Is iomaí a chaillte, ach inis dom cé a buadh? Na trinsenna, istigh i ár chroí go domhain na trinsenna Agus máthaireacha, páistí, deartháireacha, deirfiúreacha. Stróicthe as a chéile Cá fhad, cá fhad canfaimid an t-amhrán seo Cá fhad, cá fhad? Mar anocht Táimid mar duine amháin, anocht Domhnach, fuilteach Domhnach Glanann an uisce as do shúile caointe Caointe imithe Glanfaidh mé duisce caointe Flanfaidh mé duisce caointe Glanfaidh mé do shúile sreangach Agus tá sé fíor go táimid imdhíonach Nuair a bhí fíoras cosúil le ficsean agus teilifís réaltacht Tá na milliúneacha ag caoineadh Ithimid agus ólaimid scaitheamh amárach gheobhaidh said bás Thosaíodh an fíor cogadh Chun an bhua bhuaigh Íosa a éileamh; Ar... |