Freedom Is Like Gold Lyrics

	作词 : Stewart
	There's many who talk of
	Freedom And we have some it's true
	But if you think it's fairly shared around
	Then you don't have a clue,
	No you just don't have a clue.
	Freedom oh
	Freedom while men are bought and sold
	You're free if you've plenty of money boys
	For freedom is like gold.
	Freedom is like gold.
	She's young and she's a mother
	Her man is out on the town
	Her life reads like a lousy book
	But she can't put it down
	No, she just can't put it down.
	Apartheid in
	South Africa
	Is everything that's vile
	In this land of inequality
	Slavery's in style
	Slavery's in style.
	Have you ever been in
	CND. And are you a union man?
	If you stood at the
	Mine in the picket line
	You may never work again.
	You may never work again.
	And the rich folk they have plenty
	While the poor folk they have none
	But who must die when the bullets fly?
	It's the poor man and his son
	The poor man and his son.

	zuo ci : Stewart
	There' s many who talk of
	Freedom And we have some it' s true
	But if you think it' s fairly shared around
	Then you don' t have a clue,
	No you just don' t have a clue.
	Freedom oh
	Freedom while men are bought and sold
	You' re free if you' ve plenty of money boys
	For freedom is like gold.
	Freedom is like gold.
	She' s young and she' s a mother
	Her man is out on the town
	Her life reads like a lousy book
	But she can' t put it down
	No, she just can' t put it down.
	Apartheid in
	South Africa
	Is everything that' s vile
	In this land of inequality
	Slavery' s in style
	Slavery' s in style.
	Have you ever been in
	CND. And are you a union man?
	If you stood at the
	Mine in the picket line
	You may never work again.
	You may never work again.
	And the rich folk they have plenty
	While the poor folk they have none
	But who must die when the bullets fly?
	It' s the poor man and his son
	The poor man and his son.

	zuò cí : Stewart
	There' s many who talk of
	Freedom And we have some it' s true
	But if you think it' s fairly shared around
	Then you don' t have a clue,
	No you just don' t have a clue.
	Freedom oh
	Freedom while men are bought and sold
	You' re free if you' ve plenty of money boys
	For freedom is like gold.
	Freedom is like gold.
	She' s young and she' s a mother
	Her man is out on the town
	Her life reads like a lousy book
	But she can' t put it down
	No, she just can' t put it down.
	Apartheid in
	South Africa
	Is everything that' s vile
	In this land of inequality
	Slavery' s in style
	Slavery' s in style.
	Have you ever been in
	CND. And are you a union man?
	If you stood at the
	Mine in the picket line
	You may never work again.
	You may never work again.
	And the rich folk they have plenty
	While the poor folk they have none
	But who must die when the bullets fly?
	It' s the poor man and his son
	The poor man and his son.

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