Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

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

He brewed a song of love and
Oblique suggestions and he
He the pumpkin-eaters
Static-humming,
day, glowed factory cheaters
Salaried and

He men of action
Belly warming, hands still
On the parts they never
He pacified the
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV documentary makers, overfed and

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

The minstrel in the
Looked upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, observed the
In-between the old cackle

And he brewed a song of love and
Oblique and he waited
He polarized the
Static-humming,

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

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

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

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

The minstrel in the
down on the rabbit-run
And threw away his
He saw his in everyone

The minstrel in the
down upon the smiling faces

The in the gallery