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, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of
Lost and sons.
Lace-covered dandies (with friends) pure as the truth --
at both ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of pilgrims
(no to feed).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The last is sung and the devil cries ``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 meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your 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).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer you.
Given this command to o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from / called on to bring sun or rain.
corn from my oversight grew.
Fell mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: am I good or bad.
I'd give up my halo for a 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 for one of those days that 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 there for tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half none -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station rings his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A of what 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 kings / make the ever-dying sign / your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
Cast your sweet upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand off the chain.
Loose a wish to / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that the knife's edge.
Break the circle / the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / rise to the horn.
Animals / queueing at the that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the of ever-life (yours to breathe and
the pain of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the away from the dark into ever-day.
was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.