Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

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

No in the black night
Looks like the sky 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 the door
a rope around my neck
And there's a trigger in gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

Captain and
In the ships
came to collect
Silver and
Silver and

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

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

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

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

Edge, play the blues