Luyện nghe bài hát My Friend's Gallery

The walls are filled in here glass
My eyes are stolen with a
And the cheap persuasion has emptied
It's and left us weary
Has been as art

I'm handed cups of gleam
smiles colorless and careful
My face is frozen as the winner takes his
And all eyes to stare

The the better
And all my are there
The click clicking of the
A dabble here and
Why I'm here and why they're

I don't why
The shaker's up the peace
But I heard him stare, I heard him
The the better
And all my friends are there, are all there?