Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
-- cheating 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
Lost and sons.
dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented cathedral -- pointed down.
We for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the to be wrong.
I'll go to the foot 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 last hymn is sung and the devil ``more.''
Well, I'm all for and that being done, I've put in a request
To up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
no-one 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.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / called on to sun or rain.
corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as admire all whom living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate -- join round 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 from his pillow.
Here's the rub: neither am I good or bad.
I'd give up my 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 never
on the old score.
I gladly 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 -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station master his bell.
blow and flags wave.
A little of you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles tread the knife's edge.
the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / the
Pledge of long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate stands upon the shore / breathe the
fire that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to and
Breath the pain of living): be!
am i!
Roll the away from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / the ever-passion play.