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).
bend at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were / of ladies
Lost and sons.
Lace-covered dandies (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented cathedral -- pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of -- 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 sung and the devil ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in that paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and up from your gloom smiling.
me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors I've none -- or light, red, white or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the over you.
Given this to watch o'er our miserable 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 surrounding mysterious lights in the sky
(flashing).
I / lit a fag then / took 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 take a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I 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 are sleeping quietly.
my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those that 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 there for 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 fancy does you (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 sign / your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, your hand from off the chain.
Loose a to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that tread the edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / upon the devil.
Bring / the / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / rise to the horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire 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 / the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.