Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me
Only the hunter was
In tin can town
Tin can

No in the black night
Looks like the sky fell
No sun in the
Looks like it's to the ground
Chained to the
The warden
The exit is
If you a way out
Silver and

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

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

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

The is rising
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 is told
Hit where it
and gold
Silver and

Yep, silver and
This song was written in a hotel room in New city
about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists apartheid
is a song written about a man
In a shanty town outside of
A man sick of looking down
The of white 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 argue and they fail to support a man
bishop Tutu and his request for economic sanctions
Against Africa

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

Okay Edge, the blues