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

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

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

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

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

He men of action
warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never
Salaried and

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

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

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

The minstrel in the
Looked upon the smiling faces

The minstrel in the