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 the newly slain
The angry crowd retreats, but be back again

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 hell be
If he let them take away his perfect dream

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

And the prisoner in the is appalled by this charade
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 his perfect dream

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

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 down all his statues and his legacy

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