Luyện nghe bài hát Shah of Shahs

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

And the prisoner in the palace not understand
The ingratitude around him after all hes and planned
But if this the way it must be then hell be damned
If he will let them take away his dream

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

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

And these of equipment brought from foreign lands
Are now stacked up in the being buried by the sand
These rows of helicopters rusting they stand
Are butterflies to take away the perfect

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

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