Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the shit a shotgun
Praying hands hold me
Only the hunter was
In this tin can
Tin can

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

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

and kings
In the ships
They to collect
Silver and
and gold

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

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

Chains no longer me
Not the shackles at my
Outside are the
the free
Set free
Set them

A prize fighter in a corner is
Hit where it
Silver and
Silver and

Yep, silver and
This song was written in a room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, Steven,
Was together a record of artists against apartheid
This is a 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 against his oppressor
A man who has lost faith in the peacemakers of the
they argue and while they fail to support a man
Like bishop Tutu and his for economic sanctions
Against Africa

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

Edge, play the blues