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 it must be then hell be damned
If he will let them take away his perfect

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

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

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

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

And the victor the newsmen with 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 to bring another perfect dream