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

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

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

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

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

He cried 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 tore all his statues and his legacy

And the victor the newsmen with a strange 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 only come to another perfect dream