Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of they were young / of ladies
Lost and sons.
Lace-covered revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The hymn is sung and the devil 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 fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my grew.
with mine angels from 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 were born surrounding mysterious lights in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / my leave in the blink of an eye.
play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't take a feather his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I or bad.
I'd give up my for a horn and the horn for the hat
I had.
I'm breathing.
life on my ceiling.
The there are sleeping quietly.
my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those that never made
on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the tree.
saved -- we're in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past -- there's / 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 little of what you fancy does you (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross your in the
Sky for about to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
Cast your sweet spell the land and sea.
Magus perde, take hand from off the chain.
a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that tread the edge.
Break the / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / to be born / renew the
of life's long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): be!
am i!
Roll the stone away from the dark ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the play.