Luyện nghe bài hát Silver And Gold

In the shit house a
Praying hands hold me
Only the was hunted
In this tin can
Tin can

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

Broken to the ceiling
nose to the floor
I scream at the silence, crawling
It crawls under the
There's a rope my neck
And there's a in your gun
Jesus say
I am someone, I am
I am

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

the coming and going
Seen them and the kings
See them navy blue
See them bright and things
shiny things

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

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

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

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

Am I buggin' you, I mean to bug ya

Okay Edge, the blues