Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

The minstrel in the
Looked down upon the smiling
He met the gazes, the spaces
the old men's cackle

He brewed a of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions and he
He polarized the
Static-humming,
Freshly day, glowed factory
and collar-scrubbing

He titillated men of
Belly warming, still rubbing
On the they never mention
He pacified the
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV makers, overfed and undertakers

paper, backgammon players
Family-scarred and
Then he called the down to the stage
And he looked at all the friends he'd

The minstrel in the
Looked down upon the faces
He met the gazes, the spaces
In-between the old men's

And he brewed a of love and hatred
suggestions and he waited
He polarized the
Static-humming,

The in the gallery
Looked down on the
And he threw away his
He saw his face in

He men of action
Belly warming, hands rubbing
On the they never mention
Salaried and

He the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV documentary
Overfed and

Sunday paper, players
Family-scarred and
Then he called the band to the stage
And he looked at all the he'd made

The in the gallery
Looked on the rabbit-run
And threw his looking-glass
He saw his in everyone

The in the gallery
Looked down upon the faces

The minstrel in the