Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

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

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

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

Seen the coming and
them captains and the kings
See them navy uniforms
See them bright and shiny
Bright shiny

The temperature is
The white hot
Mister, I got nothing
But more than you got

Chains no longer me
Not the shackles at my
Outside are the
Inside the
Set them
Set them

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

Yep, silver and
This song was written in a hotel in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists apartheid
is a song written about a man
In a shanty town outside of
A man who's sick of looking
The of white South 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
While they argue and while they to support a man
Like bishop Tutu and his for economic sanctions
South Africa

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

Edge, play the blues