Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he
"There is no rope", he scream at the laughing walls
There is only the end, no hope, no
Ending is than mending
Doors of perception, windows of
are illusions like the killing floor

Ed in a squeaky whiny voice
With a slight tinge of glee
But this was only because he couldn't be
To try to develop a manner of
That truly reflected his

is a vaccum, there is no air in this room
Despair is no fun
knocked three times on the ceiling
But the rosy fingers of dawn always themselves
In the nose of promises

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

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

And I can it all around
And laugh at it and laugh at
I can louder than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder than Charles De Gaul or Mall

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

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

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

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

"I I'm not a millionaire
But that's no to complain
There is no reason to
is no reason to do anything"

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

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

"Jehovah One all life with machinery five centuries ago
The so-called Industrial
Was another hoax and we all fell for it
'Cause we all programmed to, even I fell for it
I believe in the steam
Even though I believe in anything"

Logical inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I in
Each and evening, except for yesterday evening
When I roller bladed over to the Temple
To play with Pope John Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or does something about it
Sterno of Louisiana
Announced over circuit television
And as long as he to pontificate pointlessly
I will do

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

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns,
Russian literature, Italian
Meaningless cross references and lists of nonsense
I shall drive a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It doesn't matter, I keep on running"

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