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 were young / of ladies
Lost and sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) as the truth --
at both ends.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the of our stairs.
Jack rabbit 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 devil ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving do.
Colors I've none -- or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my (freezing).
Summoned by -- I am the overseer over you.
Given command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / on to bring sun or rain.
corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far place, offering services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as admire all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
Legends were surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by / I am the overseer / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh an awful fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't take a from his pillow.
the everlasting rub: neither 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.
my right arm in the dark.
I would two or three for one of those days that never made
on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the tree.
Everyone's -- we're 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 -- there's / not a moment to lose.
Is / the on which I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station rings his bell.
blow and flags wave.
A of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have just off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, your 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.
Bring / the / the gods' own fire.
In the revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be / 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 (yours to breathe and
the pain of living): living be!
am i!
Roll the away from the dark into ever-day.
was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.