Luyện nghe bài hát In The Gallery

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

Some have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and
Like the waves coming to the shore it was in his blood and in his
He was by all the trendy boys in London 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 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 lies we subsidize that just don't mean a thing,
I've got to say he passed 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

made a bareback rider
And a fine coal