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
Looks like it's chained to the
Chained to the
The warden
The is sold
If you a way out
Silver and

back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the
I at the silence, it's crawling
It crawls under the
There's a rope my neck
And there's a trigger in gun
Jesus say
I am someone, I am
I am

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

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

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

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

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

Yep, and gold
This song was written in a hotel in New York city
about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a of artists against apartheid
This is a song written a man
In a shanty outside of Johannesburg
A man sick of looking down
The barrel of white South
A man who is at the
he is ready 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
bishop Tutu and his request for economic sanctions
Against South

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

Okay Edge, play the