Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings

Sundown in the Paris of the wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Around the weather Jesus

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

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

Late breaking on the CBC, a nation whispers,
"We always knew that go free" they 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 and pretty things
just see what tomorrow bring
Wheat kings and pretty
Oh, what tomorrow brings