Luyện nghe bài hát In The Gallery

Harry made a bareback rider and free upon a horse
And a fine coal for the NCB that was
A fallen Angel, Jesus on the
A skating ballerina, you should have seen her do the skater's

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

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

No lies he wouldn't compromise, no junk, no
And all the lies we subsidize that just don't a thing, thing
I've got to say he passed away in
And now all the vultures, they're coming down from the
going to be, yea he's going to be
In the
Gal, in the

Harry a bareback rider
And a coal miner