Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery

The minstrel in the
Looked upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, the spaces
Between the old men's

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

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

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

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

And he brewed a song of and hatred
suggestions and he waited
He polarized the
Static-humming,

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

He titillated men of
Belly warming, hands still
On the parts they never
Salaried and

He pacified the
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV makers
Overfed and

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

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

The in the gallery
down upon the smiling faces

The in the gallery