Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me
Only the was hunted
In tin can town
Tin can

No stars in the night
Looks the sky fell down
No sun in the
Looks like it's chained to the
Chained to the
The warden
The is sold
If you a way out
Silver and

Broken to the ceiling
Broken nose to the
I scream at the silence, it's
It crawls the door
There's a rope my neck
And there's a in your gun
Jesus say
I am someone, I am
I am

and kings
In the hold
came to collect
Silver and
Silver and

Seen the and going
them captains and the kings
See them navy blue
See them bright and things
Bright things

The temperature is
The white hot
Mister, I got nothing
But it's more you got

Chains no bind me
Not the at my feet
are the prisoners
Inside the
Set free
Set them

A prize fighter in a corner is
Hit it hurts
Silver and
and gold

Yep, silver and
This song was written in a hotel room in New city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, Steven,
Was putting together a record of against apartheid
This is a song written a man
In a town outside of Johannesburg
A man who's sick of down
The of white South Africa
A man who is at the
Where he is to take up arms against his oppressor
A man who has lost faith in the of the west
While argue and while they fail to support a man
Like bishop Tutu and his request for economic
South Africa

Am I you, I don't mean to bug ya

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