Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

The minstrel in the
down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, the spaces
Between the old cackle

He brewed a song of and hatred
Oblique suggestions and he
He the pumpkin-eaters
Static-humming,
Freshly day, glowed cheaters
and collar-scrubbing

He titillated men of
warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they mention
He the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV documentary makers, overfed and

Sunday paper, backgammon
and women-haters
Then he the band down to the stage
And he looked at all the friends he'd

The in the gallery
down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, observed the
the old men's cackle

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

The in the gallery
down on the rabbit-run
And he away his looking-glass
He saw his face in

He titillated men of
warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts never mention
and collar-scrubbing

He the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV makers
and undertakers

Sunday paper, backgammon
and women-haters
Then he called the down to the stage
And he at all the friends he'd made

The in the gallery
Looked down on the
And away his looking-glass
He saw his face in

The minstrel in the
Looked down upon the faces

The minstrel in the