Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I don't know I'm laughing at
I know just what I think is so goddamn 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"
wasn't actually true
Ed's was an obvious forgery

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

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

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

"I don't believe in reason, objective reality or farming
I don't believe in speaking
is another reason 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 took a quick around the block
whistling softly to himself
He his apartment screaming
"There is no on this planet"

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

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
Each and every evening, for yesterday evening
When I bladed over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with John Paul the First
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
Senator of Louisiana
Announced over closed circuit
And as as he continues to pontificate pointlessly
I do nothing

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

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

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

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