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 around he'd made his the best
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging
He practiced scales pressing tails and sang at local shows
His and neighbors praised the voice
poured out from his throat
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning

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

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

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

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

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

Full consideration of another endeavor might be in order

He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his
Then he smiled and said nothing and he never sang again
Excepting very late at when the shop was dark and closed
He sang softly to as he sorted through the clothes

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