Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the shit a shotgun
Praying hands me down
the hunter was hunted
In tin can town
Tin can

No stars in the night
Looks like the sky fell
No sun in the
like 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
nose to the floor
I scream at the silence, it's
It under the door
There's a around my neck
And a trigger in your gun
Jesus say
I am someone, I am
I am

Captain and
In the ships
They came to
Silver and
and gold

Seen the coming and
Seen captains and the kings
See them navy blue
See them bright and things
Bright things

The is rising
The white hot
Mister, I got nothing
But it's than you got

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

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

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

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

Okay Edge, the blues