Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the --
Tied at ends.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- is the right to be wrong.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
Show me a man.
show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil ``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 has nothing and nothing 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 none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire all living has retired
From the 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 play -- round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
by name / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I take a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: 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 that never
on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog up the wrong tree.
saved -- 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 past none -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station master his bell.
Whistles and flags wave.
A little of what you does you good (or so it should).
I thank for making me welcome.
I'd but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
There am I along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the 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 gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / to the reveille horn.
/ queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that 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 into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the road / into the ever-passion play.