Luyện nghe bài hát Shah of Shahs

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

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

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

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 Im afraid
He will not let them take away his dream

And mountains of equipment brought from foreign lands
Are now up in the desert being buried by the sand
These rows of helicopters rusting where stand
Are butterflies to take the perfect dream

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

And the victor greets the 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