Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the house a shotgun
Praying hold me down
Only the was hunted
In this tin can
Tin can

No stars in the black
Looks like the sky down
No sun in the
Looks it's chained to the ground
Chained to the
The warden
The exit is
If you a way out
and gold

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

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

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

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

Chains no bind me
Not the at my feet
Outside are the
the free
Set free
Set them

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

Yep, and gold
This song was in a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a of artists against apartheid
This is a song written 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 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 sanctions
Against South

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

Edge, play the blues