Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the shit house a
Praying hands me down
Only the was hunted
In this tin can
Tin can

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

Broken to the ceiling
Broken nose to the
I scream at the silence, crawling
It crawls under the
There's a around my neck
And a trigger in your gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

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

Seen the coming and
Seen them captains and the
See them navy blue
See them and shiny things
Bright things

The is rising
The fever hot
Mister, I ain't got
But it's than you got

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

A fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it
and gold
Silver and

Yep, and gold
This was written in a hotel room in New York city
about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting a record of artists against apartheid
is a song written about a man
In a shanty outside of Johannesburg
A man sick of looking down
The barrel of white Africa
A man who is at the
Where he is ready to take up arms his oppressor
A man who has lost faith in the of the west
While they argue and while fail to support a man
Like bishop Tutu and his for economic sanctions
South Africa

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

Okay Edge, the blues