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 newly
The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be again

And the prisoner in the palace not understand
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 bank notes into bags
Their wives have packed the and the luggage tanks
The word is on the now, growing day by day
And even the informers the stay away

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

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

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

And the victor greets the newsmen a strange and stoic style
They take a hundred thousand pictures and in of them a smile
But this is just the way that it be now for a while
Hes only come to bring another perfect