Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

The minstrel in the
Looked down upon the faces
He met the gazes, observed the
Between the old cackle

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

He titillated men of
Belly warming, still rubbing
On the parts they never
He pacified the
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV documentary makers, 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 upon the faces
He met the gazes, the spaces
In-between the old cackle

And he brewed a song of and hatred
Oblique and he waited
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
Belly warming, still rubbing
On the parts they mention
Salaried and

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

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

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

The minstrel in the
Looked upon the smiling faces

The in the gallery