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
is only the end, no hope, no rope
Ending is than mending
Doors of perception, of opportunity
These are like the killing floor

Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But was only because he couldn't be bothered
To try to a manner of speaking
truly reflected his mood

This is a vaccum, there is no air in this
is no fun anymore
Nihilism three times on the ceiling
But the rosy of dawn always inserted themselves
In the nose of unfulfilled

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the all day
But the darkness came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone was asleep

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

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

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

"What do I have to about anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
wasn't actually true
Ed's Picasso was an obvious

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

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

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

"I don't in reason, objective reality or collective farming
I don't believe in public
Which is another why I'm here alone
I don't believe in life or
I would kill but I don't believe in suicide"

Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk the block
While softly to himself
He reentered his screaming
"There is no life on planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life machinery five centuries ago
The so-called Revolution
Was another hoax and we all fell for it
'Cause we all programmed to, even I fell for it
I believe in the steam
Even though I don't in anything"

Logical inconsistency is the Mr. I bathe in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I roller over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with Pope Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or somebody something about it
Sterno of Louisiana
Announced closed circuit television
And as long as he continues to pontificate
I do nothing

Ed walked away the program feeling fortified and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it always did just after
He loaded up the micro bus with and poseidons
And headed for Pope

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

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It matter, I shall keep on running"

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