Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

Sundown in the Paris of the
Wheat have all treasures buried
And all you are the rusty breezes
Pushing the weathervane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter he sees the face
Maybe it's someone standing in a place
years for nothing, well, that's nothing new
Besides, no one's in something you didn't do

Wheat kings and things
Let's just see what the morning

There's a dream he dreams where the school's dead and stark
It's a and we're all locked up in it after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and
Hung with pictures of our parents' prime

Wheat kings and pretty
and see what tomorrow brings

Late story on the CBC
A whispers, "We always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "You be fond of living in the past
'Cause if you are there's no way that you're going to last"

Wheat and pretty things
Let's just see what brings
Wheat kings and things
Oh that's tomorrow brings