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

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

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 and he sang from his soul
He did not know how he sang, it just made him whole

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

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

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

Mr. Martin Tanner, of Dayton, Ohio
Made his town hall debut night
Be came well prepared, but his presentation
Was not up to contemporary professional
His lacks the range of tonal color
Necessary to make it interesting

time consideration of another endeavor might be in order

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

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 how well he sang, it just made him whole