Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Tanner (Edited Live Version)

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Mr. was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest
And of all the cleaning shops around made his the best
But he also was a who sang while hanging clothes
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at shows
His friends and praised the voice
That out from his throat
They said he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats

But was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it made him feel so happy and it made him so good
And he sang from his heart and he from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just him whole

His kept working on him to try music out full time
A big debut and rave reviews, a career to climb
they got to him, he would take the fling
A concert in New York agreed to have him sing
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, spent to rent the hall
It took most of his savings but he used them all

But music was his life, it was not his
And it made him feel so happy and it made him so good
And he sang from his and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just him whole

The came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile
And in the filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle
But the concert was a blur to him, of applause
He did not how well he sang, he only heard the flaws
But the critics concise, it only took four lines
But no one could accuse them of being over

Mr. Martin Tanner, baritone of Dayton,
Made his hall debut last night
Be came well prepared, but unfortunately his
Was not up to professional standards
His voice lacks the of tonal color
Necessary to make it interesting

Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in

He came home to Dayton and was by his friends
he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again
Excepting very at night when the shop was dark and closed
He sang to himself as he sorted through the clothes

was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it made him feel so happy, it made him so good
And he sang his heart and he sang from his soul
And he did not know how well he sang, it made him whole