Mr. Tanner
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best.
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
(spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately
his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
His voic
Sr. Tanner
O Sr. Tanner era um lavador de uma cidade do Meio-Oeste.
E de todas as lavanderias por aí, ele fez a melhor.
Mas ele também era um barítono que cantava enquanto pendurava roupas.
Ele praticava escalas enquanto passava as roupas e cantava em shows locais.
Seus amigos e vizinhos elogiavam a voz que saía de sua garganta.
Diziam que ele deveria usar seu talento em vez de limpar casacos.
Mas a música era sua vida, não era seu ganha-pão,
e isso o fazia tão feliz e o deixava tão bem.
E ele cantava do coração e cantava da alma.
Ele não sabia o quão bem cantava; isso o completava.
Seus amigos insistiam para que ele tentasse a música em tempo integral.
Um grande debut e críticas positivas, uma carreira incrível para escalar.
Finalmente, eles o convenceram, ele iria se arriscar.
Um agente de concertos em Nova York concordou em deixá-lo cantar.
E havia passagens de avião, telefonemas, dinheiro gasto para alugar o salão.
Ele usou a maior parte de suas economias, mas fez isso com alegria.
Mas a música era sua vida, não era seu ganha-pão,
e isso o fazia tão feliz e o deixava tão bem.
E ele cantava do coração e cantava da alma.
Ele não sabia o quão bem cantava; isso o completava.
A noite chegou, ele subiu ao palco, com um sorriso no rosto.
E no salão meio cheio, os críticos assistiam da fila.
Mas o concerto era um borrão para ele, aplausos esparsos.
Ele não sabia o quão bem cantava, só ouvia os erros.
Mas os críticos foram diretos, bastaram quatro linhas.
Mas ninguém poderia acusá-los de serem bondosos demais.
(falado) Sr. Martin Tanner, Barítono, de Dayton, Ohio, fez sua
estreia no Town Hall na noite passada. Ele veio bem preparado, mas, infelizmente,
a sua apresentação não estava à altura dos padrões profissionais contemporâneos.
Sua voz...