This is something someone sent from France...
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SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY |
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Put the lines in order: C Bodies strewn across the dead end streets.A Broken bottles under children's feet. K But I won't heed the battle call. B 'Cos tonight we can be as one, tonight. I How long, how long must we sing this song? E How long? How long? Z I can't believe the news today. W I can't close my eyes and make it go away. S It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall. |
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Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And the rattle's just begun. There's too many cross, but tell me who was born? The trenches dug within our charts, And mothers, children, brothers sisters gone apart.
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How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cos tonight we can be as one. Tonight, tonight.
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fill in the blanks: ........... the tears from your eyes. ........... your tears away. ........... your bloodshot eyes.
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And it's ........... we are immune. When fact is ............... and TV .................. And today the ..................... ............ We ........... and ........... while tomorrow they ............ The ........... battle, it's just ................., To claim the ...................... Jesus ...........
On a Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Words & music by U2 |
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
I can't believe the news today.
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cos tonight we can be as one, tonight.
Broken bottles under children's feet.
Bodies strewn across the dead end streets.
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.
And the
battle's just begun.There's too many
lost, but tell me who has won?The trenches dug within our
hearts,And mothers, children, brothers sisters
torn apart.
CHORUS
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cos tonight we can be as one.
Tonight, tonight.
CHORUS
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
Wipe your tears away.
Wipe your bloodshot eyes.
CHORUS
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, it's just begun,To claim the
victory Jesus won
On a Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Words & music by U2
