Intro E  G  A 


[Verso 1]


            E 
Well it was sunday, bloody sunday 
When they shot the people there 
The cries of thirteen martyrs 
Filled the free Derry air 



[Verso 2]

         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! 


[Verso 3]

          E 
You claim to be majority 
Well you know that it's a lie 
You're really a minority 
Oh this sweet emerald isle 


[Verso 4]


         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! 

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