[Intro] A C D [Primeira Parte] A Well it was sunday, bloody sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the free Derry air [Segunda Parte] C Is there any one among you Dare to blame it on the kids? D Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lidds! [Refrão] E D Sunday bloody sunday C E Bloody sunday's the day! [Terceira Parte] A 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] C When Stormont bans our marchers They've got a lot to learn D Internment is no answer It's those mother's turn to burn! [Refrão] E D Sunday bloody sunday C E Bloody sunday's the day! [Solo] A C D