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

He men of action
Belly warming, hands rubbing
On the parts they never
He pacified the
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV documentary makers, overfed and

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

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

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

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

He men of action
Belly warming, still rubbing
On the they never mention
Salaried and

He pacified the
Infant-bleating, jokers
TV documentary
and undertakers

Sunday paper, players
and women-haters
Then he called the band 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 in everyone

The minstrel in the
down upon the smiling faces

The minstrel in the