Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old talk / of when they were young / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the --
Tied at ends.
I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of / lord of time -- mine 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).
me a good man.
I'll you the door.
The hymn is sung and the devil cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a
To take up my turn in that paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the heathen do.
Colors I've -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer 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 here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
Legends were born mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / 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.
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.
There's on my ceiling.
The flies there are quietly.
Twist my arm in the dark.
I would give two or for one of those days that never made
on the old score.
I would be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved -- in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
master rings his bell.
Whistles and flags wave.
A little of you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
There am I along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the and sea.
Magus perde, take hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that the knife's edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / call the devil.
/ the gods / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
of life's long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate that stands the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): be!
am i!
Roll the stone away the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the play.