Luyện nghe bài hát Shah of Shahs

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

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

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

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 be then Im afraid
He will not let them take away his perfect

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

He cried inside the and at the airport too
Where the soldier knelt him and kissed his shoe
He flew across the and the open sea
While they tore all his statues and his legacy

And the victor greets the 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 to bring another perfect dream