Luyện nghe bài hát The End

We sleep by the hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the who come to say ``please'',
(politely).
They at the knees.
Well, go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were / of ladies
and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) as the truth --
Tied at ends.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for in kentish town.
A delicate -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new of love-hungry pilgrims
(no to feed).
Show me a man.
show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil ``more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and being done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls ``hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your smiling.
Give me hate 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 this command to o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / called on to sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, services for
The of face.
Now you're here, you may as well all whom living has retired
the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the of an eye.
Passionate play -- round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / you.
the icy lucifer.
Oh he's an fellow!
a mistake!
I didn't a feather from his pillow.
the everlasting 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.
life 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 up the wrong tree.
Everyone's -- we're in the grave.
See you for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea / 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 little of you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody for 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 about to be.
There am I waiting the sand.
Cast your sweet spell the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand off the chain.
Loose a wish to / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager life).
Tough are the soles tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / upon 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 fire guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to 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 road / the ever-passion play.