Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

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

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

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

There's a he dreams where the high school's 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 parents' ministers

Wheat kings and pretty
Wait and see what brings

Late 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 to last"

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