Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel In The Gallery (Edited Version)

The in the gallery
Looked down upon the faces
He met the gazes, the spaces
Between the old cackle

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

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

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

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

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

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

He titillated men of
warming, hands still rubbing
On the they never mention
Salaried and

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

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

The minstrel in the
down on the rabbit-run
And threw his looking-glass
He saw his face in

The minstrel in the
Looked down upon the faces

The in the gallery