Shah Of Shahs 歌词

	作曲 : Stewart
	After these processions comes the sweeping up
	The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup
	The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain
	The angry crowd retreats, but they’ll be back again
	And the prisoner in the palace does not understand
	The ingratitude around him after all he’s done and planned
	But if this the way that it must be then he’ll be damned
	If he will let them take away his perfect dream
	Ministers stuff bank notes into leather bags
	Their wives have packed the jewelry and the luggage tanks
	The word is on the street now, growing day by day
	And even the informers know the stay away
	And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by this charade
	Feeling strangely unprotected by his miles of golden braid
	And if this is the way that it must be then
	I’m afraid
	He will not let them take away his perfect dream
	And these mountains of equipment brought from foreign lands
	Are now stacked up in the desert being buried by the sand
	These rows of helicopters rusting where they stand
	Are butterflies to take away the perfect dream
	He cried inside the limousine and at the airport too
	Where the soldier knelt before him and kissed his shoe
	He flew across the desert and the open sea
	While they tore down all his statues and his legacy
	And the victor greets the newsmen with a strange and stoic style
	They take a hundred thousand pictures and in none of them a smile
	But this is just the way that it must be now for a while
	He’s only come to bring another perfect dream

	zuo qu : Stewart
	After these processions comes the sweeping up
	The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup
	The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain
	The angry crowd retreats, but they' ll be back again
	And the prisoner in the palace does not understand
	The ingratitude around him after all he' s done and planned
	But if this the way that it must be then he' ll be damned
	If he will let them take away his perfect dream
	Ministers stuff bank notes into leather bags
	Their wives have packed the jewelry and the luggage tanks
	The word is on the street now, growing day by day
	And even the informers know the stay away
	And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by this charade
	Feeling strangely unprotected by his miles of golden braid
	And if this is the way that it must be then
	I' m afraid
	He will not let them take away his perfect dream
	And these mountains of equipment brought from foreign lands
	Are now stacked up in the desert being buried by the sand
	These rows of helicopters rusting where they stand
	Are butterflies to take away the perfect dream
	He cried inside the limousine and at the airport too
	Where the soldier knelt before him and kissed his shoe
	He flew across the desert and the open sea
	While they tore down all his statues and his legacy
	And the victor greets the newsmen with a strange and stoic style
	They take a hundred thousand pictures and in none of them a smile
	But this is just the way that it must be now for a while
	He' s only come to bring another perfect dream

	zuò qǔ : Stewart
	After these processions comes the sweeping up
	The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup
	The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain
	The angry crowd retreats, but they' ll be back again
	And the prisoner in the palace does not understand
	The ingratitude around him after all he' s done and planned
	But if this the way that it must be then he' ll be damned
	If he will let them take away his perfect dream
	Ministers stuff bank notes into leather bags
	Their wives have packed the jewelry and the luggage tanks
	The word is on the street now, growing day by day
	And even the informers know the stay away
	And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by this charade
	Feeling strangely unprotected by his miles of golden braid
	And if this is the way that it must be then
	I' m afraid
	He will not let them take away his perfect dream
	And these mountains of equipment brought from foreign lands
	Are now stacked up in the desert being buried by the sand
	These rows of helicopters rusting where they stand
	Are butterflies to take away the perfect dream
	He cried inside the limousine and at the airport too
	Where the soldier knelt before him and kissed his shoe
	He flew across the desert and the open sea
	While they tore down all his statues and his legacy
	And the victor greets the newsmen with a strange and stoic style
	They take a hundred thousand pictures and in none of them a smile
	But this is just the way that it must be now for a while
	He' s only come to bring another perfect dream

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