Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
at both ends.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Jack mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The hymn is sung and the devil cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself --
Where no-one has and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the heathen do.
Colors I've none -- or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the over you.
Given command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
Legends were born mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
by name / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't take a feather his pillow.
Here's the rub: neither am I good 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 there are quietly.
my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days that made
on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and /
New bread.
Pick me up at half none -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on I came.
On the are my old shoes.
master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A little of what you fancy you good (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
Cast sweet spell upon the land and sea.
perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that the knife's edge.
the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / to the reveille horn.
Animals / at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of (yours to breathe and
the pain of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the stone away the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the play.