Luyện nghe bài hát Raconteur, Troubadour

Gather round the square
Come good both wretched
and fair.
See the troubadour on the drum
Hear my songs on the lute I strum.

I will you laugh,
Revel, Merry-dance.
Throw your pennies, then hear
of
the half.
There's no chance,
move on
Raconteur, troubadour.

Take the face you see for the man,
and minstrel, I am what I am.
All my family, not of my kin.
Home, wherever, the place I'm in.

give me wage,
for my art.
Rising,
Everyone on.
All the world's a
All can play part.
I chosen
Raconteur, troubadour.

Dusk is drawing my is spun,
Dawn is falling my day's is done.
Morning, I set on my way.
Find new faces to my play.

I will you laugh,
Revel, Merry-dance.
Throw pennies, then you'll hear
of
the half.
no other chance.
Always on

Note: Here we have tried to something of the medieval English troubadour, by the instrumentation, arrangement and lyrics.

*Integrally from the Octopus album leaflet.