Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- the spiders who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the of our stairs.
Old talk / of when they 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.
Scented cathedral -- spire down.
We pray for souls in town.
A delicate -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- is the right to be wrong.
I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
Show me a man.
I'll you the door.
The last hymn is and the devil cries ``more.''
Well, I'm all for and that being done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself --
no-one has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your smiling.
Give me your and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors I've none -- or light, red, white or blue.
is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer you.
Given this to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my grew.
Fell with angels from a far better place, offering services for
The of face.
Now here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the reconciliation.
Legends born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the / over you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: am I good or bad.
I'd give up my 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 give two or three for one of those days never made
on the old score.
I gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved -- in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on I came.
On the are my old shoes.
Station rings his bell.
Whistles blow and wave.
A little of you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I everybody for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
Cast your spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your from off the chain.
a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles that tread the edge.
the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the 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 fire that 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 stone away from the dark ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham / into the ever-passion play.