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
Ending is better than
of perception, windows of opportunity
These are illusions like the floor

Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But was only because he couldn't be bothered
To try to a manner of speaking
That reflected his mood

This is a vaccum, is no air in this room
Despair is no fun
Nihilism 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 came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone else was

And while it might have a relief 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 at myself
I can laugh than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder than De Gaul or Fulton Mall

But I don't know I'm laughing at
I know just 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 about anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
wasn't actually true
Ed's was an obvious forgery

His Rothkos had just been singled out
In an article in forum' entitled
'The Most Insignificant Paintings of Mark Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had been damaged
By Sanction and a few other 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 less
"Come to think of it, not only does art no intrinsic value
But my collection has no extrinsic either"

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

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

Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk the block
whistling softly to himself
He his apartment screaming
"There is no on this planet"

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

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

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he would and he
Until you or I or somebody something about it
Senator of Louisiana
Announced 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 always did just after
He up the micro bus with atlases and poseidons
And for Pope County

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

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

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