Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

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

He brewed a song of and hatred
Oblique and he waited
He polarized the
Static-humming,
Freshly day, factory cheaters
Salaried and

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

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

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

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

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

He titillated men of
Belly warming, hands rubbing
On the parts they mention
Salaried and

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

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

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

The in the gallery
Looked down upon the faces

The in the gallery