Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of
Lost and sons.
dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- is the right to be wrong.
I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a
To up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
no-one has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the heathen do.
I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our sphere.
from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my grew.
Fell with mine angels a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire all living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
by name / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I or bad.
I'd give up my halo for a and the horn for the hat
I had.
I'm breathing.
life on my ceiling.
The there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days that made
on the old score.
I would be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you there for tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take hand from off the chain.
Loose a to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that tread the edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / call the devil.
/ the gods / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate that upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to and
Breath the of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the away from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the play.