Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

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

Broken back to the
nose to the floor
I at the silence, it's crawling
It under the door
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 hold
came to collect
Silver and
and gold

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

The is rising
The white hot
Mister, I got nothing
But it's than you got

no longer bind me
Not the at my feet
Outside are the
the free
Set them
Set free

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

Yep, and gold
song was written in a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists apartheid
is a song written about a man
In a shanty town outside of
A man who's sick of looking
The barrel of South Africa
A man who is at the
Where he is ready to take up against his oppressor
A man who has lost in the peacemakers of the west
While they argue and they fail to support a man
Like bishop and his request for economic sanctions
Against South

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

Okay Edge, play the