Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

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

In his lighter he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well, that's 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 where the high school's dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it dark
the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with of our parents' prime ministers

Wheat kings and things
Wait and see what brings

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

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