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