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 Angel, Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina, you should seen her do the skater's waltz

Some people have got to paint and
had to work in clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore it was in his blood and in his
He was ignored by all the boys in London yes and in Leeds
He might as well have making 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 an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
the dealers they 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 compromise, no junk, no string
And all the we subsidize that just don't mean a thing, thing
got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures, they're coming down from the
He's going to be, yea going to be
In the
Gal, in the

Harry a bareback rider
And a fine coal