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
the weather vane Jesus

In his lighter, he sees the killer's face maybe
It's someone standing in a killer's place twenty for nothing, well that's
Nothing new, besides, no one's interested in something you do
Wheat and pretty things, let's just see what the morning brings

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

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