Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the --
at both ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new 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 done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in that paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where has nothing and nothing is
Well fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the 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 o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / called on to sun or rain.
Occasional from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
Legends were surrounding mysterious 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 / I am the overseer / over 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 there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my 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 up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved -- in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
master rings his bell.
Whistles and flags wave.
A little of you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody for me welcome.
I'd but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of / make the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the that tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / upon the devil.
/ the gods / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
fire that guards 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 away from the dark ever-day.
There was a rush / the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.