Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / to the
Floor -- cheating the who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of
and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the --
Tied at ends.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- is the right to be wrong.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that done, I've put in a request
To up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up your gloom smiling.
Give me your and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn my oversight grew.
Fell with mine from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire all living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the of an eye.
Passionate play -- join the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't take a feather his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I or bad.
I'd up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat
I had.
I'm breathing.
life on my ceiling.
The flies are sleeping quietly.
Twist my arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those that never made
on the old score.
I would be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved -- in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- there's / not a to lose. there
Is / the train on I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station master his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A little of what you fancy does you (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have just off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying / cross your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the and sea.
Magus perde, take hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to / the rain / the storm about to be.
am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the that tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / the
Pledge of life's long / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): be!
am i!
Roll the stone from the dark into ever-day.
There was a / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.