Luyện nghe bài hát In The Gallery

Harry made a bareback rider proud and upon a horse
And a fine coal miner for the NCB was
A fallen Angel, on the cross
A skating ballerina, you have seen her do the skater's waltz

Some have got to paint and draw
Harry had to in clay and stone
Like the coming to the shore it was in his blood and in his bones
He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London yes and in
He might as well have been making toys or of beads
He couldn't be, no he be
In the gallery, no no, in the

And then you get an artist says he doesn't to paint at all
He takes an canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the and all of the fakes
While the they get together
And they decide who the breaks
And who's going to be, going to be
In the gallery, in the

No lies he compromise, no junk, no string
And all the lies we subsidize that don't mean a thing, thing
I've got to say he away in obscurity
And now all the vultures, coming down from the tree
He's to be, yea he's going to be
In the
Gal, in the

Harry made a rider
And a fine coal