Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when were young / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
at both ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented cathedral -- spire down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the 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 turn in that forsaken paradise calls itself ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving do.
Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer you.
Given this command to watch o'er our sphere.
Fallen from grace / on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn my oversight grew.
with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire all living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I take a feather from his pillow.
Here's the rub: neither am I good or bad.
I'd up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat
I had.
I'm breathing.
There's on my ceiling.
The flies are sleeping quietly.
Twist my arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days never made
on the old score.
I would be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- there's / not a to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station master his bell.
blow 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 / make the ever-dying / cross your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
There am I along the sand.
Cast your sweet upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand 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 ferry / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore / the
Ever-burning that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of (yours to breathe and
the pain of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the stone away the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham / into the ever-passion play.