Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

Sundown in the of the prairies
kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the breezes
around the weathervane Jesus

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

kings and pretty things
Let's see what the morning brings

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

Wheat and pretty things
Wait and see what tomorrow

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

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