Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested
"There is no rope", he would at the laughing walls
There is the end, no hope, no rope
is better than mending
Doors of perception, of opportunity
are illusions like the killing floor

Ed spoke in a squeaky voice
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But this was because he couldn't be bothered
To try to develop a of speaking
That truly his mood

This is a vaccum, is no air in this room
is no fun anymore
Nihilism knocked times on the ceiling
But the fingers of dawn always inserted themselves
In the of unfulfilled promises

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the all day
But when the darkness came, went home
I was ready, everyone else was

And while it might have been a to see
I was right all along
Here I am still, alone and
Awaiting the end

And I can turn it all
And laugh at it and laugh at
I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the
than Charles De Gaul or Fulton Mall

But I know what I'm laughing at
I don't just what I think is so goddamn funny
I don't know why I don't just up
And give up and lay and die

"What do I have to about anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This actually true
Ed's was an obvious forgery

His Rothkos had just been singled out
In an article in forum' entitled
'The Three Most Insignificant Paintings of Rothko'
And his Barbara had been irreparably damaged
By Rein Sanction and a few bands from Gainesville
refused to acknowledge the value of art

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee table he had purchased
times had seemed slightly less bleak
"Come to think of it, not does art have no intrinsic value
But my has no extrinsic value either"

"I know I'm not a
But no reason to complain
There is no to complain
is no reason to do anything"

"I don't believe in reason, objective reality or farming
I don't believe in public
Which is another reason why I'm here
I don't in life or death
I would kill myself but I believe in suicide"

Ed put on a red shirt and a quick walk around the block
While whistling softly to
He reentered his apartment
"There is no on this planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life with machinery five ago
The so-called Industrial
Was just hoax and we all fell for it
'Cause we were all programmed to, I fell for it
I in the steam engine
Even though I don't in anything"

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I roller bladed to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with Pope Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed could go on and on
And he did, and he would and he
Until you or I or somebody does something it
Senator of Louisiana
over closed circuit television
And as long as he to pontificate pointlessly
I do nothing

Ed walked from the program feeling fortified and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it did just after 'Jeopardy'
He loaded up the micro bus with atlases and
And for Pope County

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it puns, alliteration
literature, Italian neorealism
Meaningless cross references and laundry lists of
I shall without a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
And if I'm running late, if I'm a numbers game
It matter, I shall keep on running"

"Yes, this is the answer, is the ending, I shall keep on running
a body in motion tends to stay emotional
And better to feel, pain is better than emptiness
Emptiness is than nothing, and nothing is better than this"