Luyện nghe bài hát Wheat Kings (Remastered)

Sundown in the Paris of the
Wheat kings 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
Twenty for nothing, well, that's nothing new
Besides, no one's interested in you didn't do

Wheat and pretty things
just see what the morning brings

There's a dream he dreams where the high school's dead and
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' ministers

Wheat kings and things
Wait and see 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 in the past
'Cause if you are then there's no way you're going to last"

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