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

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

Ministers stuff notes into leather bags
Their wives have packed the and the luggage tanks
The word is on the street now, 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 must be Im afraid
He will not let them take away his perfect

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

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

And the victor the newsmen with a strange and stoic style
They take a hundred thousand pictures and in of them a smile
But this is just the way that it must be now for a
Hes only to bring another perfect dream