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

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

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

He titillated men of
warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never
He the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV documentary makers, and undertakers

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

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

And he a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions and he
He polarized the
Static-humming,

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

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

He pacified the
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV documentary
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 minstrel in the
down on the rabbit-run
And threw his looking-glass
He saw his face in

The minstrel in the
Looked upon the smiling faces

The minstrel in the