Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the house a shotgun
hands hold me down
Only the hunter was
In this tin can
Tin can

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

Broken to the ceiling
Broken nose to the
I at the silence, it's crawling
It crawls under the
There's a rope my neck
And a trigger in your gun
say something
I am someone, I am
I am

and kings
In the ships
They came to
Silver and
Silver and

Seen the coming and
Seen them and the kings
See them blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny
Bright things

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

no longer bind me
Not the at my feet
are the prisoners
Inside the
Set free
Set free

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

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

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

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