Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of they were young / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the 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 / lord of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
Show me a man.
I'll you the door.
The last hymn is and the devil cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, put in a request
To take up my 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.
me your hate 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 o'er our miserable sphere.
from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my grew.
with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as admire all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful 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 halo for a horn and the for the hat
I had.
I'm breathing.
There's on my ceiling.
The flies are sleeping quietly.
my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days never made
on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog up the wrong tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- there's / not a moment to lose.
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
master rings his bell.
Whistles and flags wave.
A little of what you does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody for me welcome.
I'd stay but my have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
There am I along the sand.
your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, 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 that tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / call the devil.
Bring / the / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / the
Pledge of life's long song / rise to the 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 ever-life (yours to and
the pain of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the stone from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham / into the ever-passion play.