[Intro] E G A
[Primeira Parte]
E
Well it was sunday, bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free Derry air
[Segunda Parte]
G
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
A
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lidds!
[Refrão]
B A
Sunday bloody sunday
G B
Bloody sunday's the day!
[Terceira Parte]
E
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald isle
[Quarta Parte]
G
When Stormont bans our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
A
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn to burn!
[Refrão]
B A
Sunday bloody sunday
G B
Bloody sunday's the day!
[Solo] E G A
