Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the shit house a
Praying hold me down
Only the hunter was
In this tin can
Tin can

No in the black night
Looks the sky fell down
No sun in the
like it's chained to the ground
Chained to the
The said
The exit is
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 rope my neck
And there's a trigger in gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Edge, play the blues