Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

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

Broken back to the
Broken nose to the
I scream at the silence, it's
It crawls under the
a rope around my neck
And there's a trigger in gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

Captain and
In the hold
They came to
Silver and
and gold

Seen the and going
Seen them captains and the
See navy blue uniforms
See bright and shiny things
shiny things

The temperature is
The white hot
Mister, I ain't got
But it's more you got

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

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

Yep, and gold
This song was in a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, Steven,
Was putting a record of artists against apartheid
This is a song about a man
In a shanty town of Johannesburg
A man who's of looking down
The barrel of white Africa
A man who is at the
Where he is ready to take up arms against his
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

Okay Edge, the blues