Luyện nghe bài hát In The Gallery

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

Some people have got to and draw
Harry had to work in clay and
the waves coming to the shore it was in his blood and in his bones
He was ignored by all the trendy in London yes and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of
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 birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the
While the dealers they get
And decide who gets the breaks
And going to be, who's going to be
In the gallery, in the

No he wouldn't 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 made a rider
And a coal miner