Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old talk / of when they were young / of ladies
Lost and sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the --
Tied at ends.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We pray for in kentish 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.
I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of pilgrims
(no to feed).
Show me a 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 take up my 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 your gloom smiling.
Give me hate and do as the loving heathen do.
I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch our miserable sphere.
from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional from my oversight grew.
with mine angels 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 / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
by name / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I take a feather 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.
life on my ceiling.
The flies are sleeping quietly.
Twist my arm in the dark.
I would two or three for one of those days that never made
on the old score.
I gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you there for tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / 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.
master rings his bell.
Whistles and flags wave.
A of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings just 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.
your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand off the chain.
Loose a to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles tread the knife's edge.
Break the / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long / 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 stone away from the dark ever-day.
was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.