Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

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

Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But this was only because he be bothered
To try to develop a of speaking
That truly reflected his

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

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

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

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

But I know what I'm laughing at
I don't know just what I think is so funny
I know why I don't just shut 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 Picasso was an forgery

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

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee that he had purchased
When times had slightly less bleak
"Come to think of it, not only does art have no value
But my collection has no value either"

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

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

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

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

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
Each and every evening, for yesterday evening
When I roller bladed over to the Masonic
To play pinochle with Pope John Paul the
I really had no in the matter"

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

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

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

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

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