How long?

Siccome non ho molte parole…

 

 

Uhhhhhh Ohhhh Ohh Ohh Ohh…

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

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… tonight… tonight… tonight…

Wipe the tears from your eyes

Wipe your tears away

Oh, wipe your tears away

Oh, wipe your tears away

Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (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

The real battle just begun

To claim the victory Jesus won

On… Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday…

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday