Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he
"There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing
There is only the end, no hope, no
Ending is better mending
of perception, windows of opportunity
These are illusions the killing floor

Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny
With perhaps a tinge of glee
But this was only because he couldn't be
To try to develop a of speaking
That truly reflected his

is a vaccum, there is no air in this room
Despair is no fun
Nihilism knocked three on the ceiling
But the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves
In the nose of promises

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas in the streets all day
But when the darkness came, everybody went
I was ready, else was asleep

And while it might have a relief to see
I was right all along
Here I am still, alone and
Awaiting the end

And I can it all around
And laugh at it and at myself
I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the
Louder than Charles De Gaul or Mall

But I know what I'm laughing at
I know just what I think is so goddamn funny
I don't know why I don't shut up
And up and lay down and die

"What do I have to complain anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This wasn't true
Ed's Picasso was an forgery

His three Rothkos had just been out
In an article in forum' entitled
'The Three Most Insignificant Paintings of Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had been damaged
By Rein and a few other bands from Gainesville
That refused to the value of art

"Come to think of it", Ed
To the laminated roadkill coffee table he had purchased
When times had seemed less bleak
"Come to think of it, not does art have no intrinsic value
But my collection has no extrinsic either"

"I know I'm not a
But that's no reason to
There is no to complain
is no reason to do anything"

"I don't believe in reason, reality or collective farming
I don't believe in speaking
Which is reason why I'm here alone
I don't believe in or death
I would kill myself but I don't in suicide"

Ed put on a red and took a quick walk around the block
whistling softly to himself
He reentered his apartment
"There is no on this planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life with machinery five ago
The Industrial Revolution
Was just another and we all fell for it
'Cause we were all programmed to, I fell for it
I believe in the engine
though I don't believe in anything"

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I bladed over to the Masonic Temple
To pinochle with Pope John Paul the First
I really had no in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he would and he
Until you or I or does something about it
Sterno of Louisiana
Announced over closed circuit
And as long as he to pontificate pointlessly
I will do

Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and
His was buzzing, the way it always did just after 'Jeopardy'
He loaded up the micro bus atlases and poseidons
And for Pope County

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it puns, alliteration
Russian literature, Italian
Meaningless cross and laundry lists of nonsense
I shall without a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a numbers
It doesn't matter, I shall on running"

"Yes, this is the answer, this is the ending, I keep on running
Because a body in motion tends to stay
And it's better to feel, is better than emptiness
is better than nothing, and nothing is better than this"