Вершы: U2. Bootleg: Rock's Hottest Ticket. Sunday Bloody Sunday.

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Bono: "This is a song we sing in the hope that one day, we may never have to sing it again. It's a song about our country. It's called Sunday Bloody Sunday."

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes
Make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
Tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...


Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
Puts my back up
My back up against the wall


Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday


And this battle's yet begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
A trench is dug within our hearts
And brothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart


Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday


How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
Tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...tonight...
Tonight...tonight...


Bono: "Yep! When you leave this building, you might see some people from Amnesty International. These are good people. Amnesty International's a good thing. If we want to say no to torture, if we want to say no to the false imprisonment of prisioners of conscience, sing..."

No more!
Sing, no more!
No more!
No more!
No more!
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your blood shot eyes
Wipe your tears away


Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)


(We're so sick of it!)


And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die


Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday


Bono: "Play to the king, what Jesus sung."

Bono: "Thank you very much."

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday