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 young / of
Lost and 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 for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us --
Pie in the sky.
God of / lord of time -- 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).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a
To up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your smiling.
me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer you.
Given this command to watch our miserable sphere.
Fallen from / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well all whom living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join 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 didn't a feather from his pillow.
the everlasting rub: neither am I good 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.
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 gladly be a dog barking up the tree.
Everyone's saved -- in the grave.
See you for afternoon 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 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 everybody for me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of / make the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
There am I along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell the land and sea.
perde, take 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 / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / to be born / renew the
of life's long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning 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 the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the road / into the ever-passion play.