Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty pushing
Around the vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
It's standing in a killer's place twenty years for nothing, well that's
Nothing new, besides, no interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things, let's see what the morning brings

There's a dreamy dream where the high school is dead and stark a museum
And we're all locked up in it after dark where the
Are lined all yellow, grey and hung
With of our parents' prime ministers wheat kings and pretty things
Wait and see what brings

breaking story on the CBC, a nation whispers,
"We always that he'd go free" they add, "you can't be fond of living in
The past, 'cause if you are then no way that you're gonna last"
Wheat and pretty things
Let's just see what bring
Wheat kings and pretty
Oh, that's what tomorrow