Luyện nghe bài hát In The Gallery

Harry made a bareback rider and free upon a horse
And a fine coal miner for the NCB was
A Angel, Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina, you should have seen her do the waltz

people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to in clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the it was in his blood and in his bones
He was ignored by all the trendy boys in yes and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or of beads
He be, no he couldn't 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 empty canvas and it on the wall
The birds of a all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the they get together
And decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be, who's to be
In the gallery, in the

No he wouldn't compromise, no junk, no string
And all the lies we subsidize that just don't mean a 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 made a bareback
And a fine miner