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

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

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

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

paper, backgammon players
Family-scarred and
he called 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 a song of love and hatred
suggestions and he waited
He polarized the
Static-humming,

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

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

He the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, one-line
TV makers
Overfed and

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

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

The in the gallery
down upon the smiling faces

The in the gallery