Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

No stars in the night
Looks the sky fell down
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

Broken to the ceiling
Broken to the floor
I scream at the silence, it's
It crawls the door
There's a rope around my
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

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

The is rising
The fever hot
Mister, I ain't got
But it's more you got

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

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

Yep, silver and
This song was written in a hotel in New York city
about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against
This is a written about a man
In a shanty town outside of
A man who's sick of looking
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 faith in the peacemakers of the west
they argue and while they fail to support a man
Like Tutu and his request for economic sanctions
Against South

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

Okay Edge, the blues