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 away the slain
The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be back

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

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

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

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

He inside the limousine and at the airport too
Where the knelt before him and kissed his shoe
He flew across the desert and the sea
While they down all his statues and his legacy

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