Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

Sundown in the Paris of the
Wheat kings have all buried
And all you hear are the breezes
Pushing around the Jesus

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

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

There's a dream he dreams where the high dead and stark
It's a museum and all locked up in it after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow, and sinister
Hung with pictures of our prime ministers

Wheat kings and pretty
and see what tomorrow brings

Late story on the CBC
A nation whispers, "We always knew he'd go free"
They add, "You can't be fond of living in the
'Cause if you are then there's no way that going to last"

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