Luyện nghe bài hát Shah of Shahs

After processions comes the sweeping up
The rag and possessions, an old tin cup
The army trucks have hauled the newly slain
The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be back

And the prisoner in the palace does not
The ingratitude him after all hes done and planned
But if this the way that it must be hell be damned
If he let them take away his perfect dream

Ministers stuff bank notes into leather
Their have packed the jewelry and the luggage tanks
The word is on the street now, day by day
And even the informers know the away

And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by charade
Feeling unprotected by his miles of golden braid
And if this is the way that it must be then Im
He not let them take away his perfect dream

And these mountains of equipment brought from lands
Are now stacked up in the desert buried by the sand
These rows of rusting where they stand
Are butterflies to take away the dream

He cried inside the and at the airport too
Where the soldier knelt before him and kissed his
He across the desert and the open sea
While they tore all his statues and his legacy

And the victor greets the newsmen a strange and stoic style
They take a hundred thousand and in none of them a smile
But is just the way that it must be now for a while
Hes only come to bring another perfect