Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they young / 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 -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the 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 cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, put in a request
To up my turn in that forsaken paradise that 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 and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors I've none -- or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer you.
Given command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn my oversight grew.
Fell 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 born surrounding mysterious lights seen 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 name / I am the overseer / you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't 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 for one of those days that 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 lady's / making a brew-up and /
New bread.
Pick me up at half none -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station master his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A little of what you fancy does you (or so it should).
I thank everybody for me welcome.
I'd stay but my have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying / cross your fingers in the
Sky for about to be.
am I waiting along the sand.
Cast sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles tread the knife's edge.
the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the 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 stands upon the shore / breathe the
fire that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the stone away the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the play.