Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

No in the black night
Looks the sky fell down
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 under the door
There's a rope around my
And there's a in your gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

Captain and
In the hold
They to collect
Silver and
and gold

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

The is rising
The fever hot
Mister, I got nothing
But it's more you got

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

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

Yep, and gold
This was written in a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a of artists against apartheid
This is a song about a man
In a town outside of Johannesburg
A man sick of looking down
The barrel of South Africa
A man who is at the
Where he is to take up arms against his oppressor
A man who has lost faith in the peacemakers of the
While they argue and they fail to support a man
Like bishop Tutu and his request for economic
South Africa

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

Edge, play the blues