Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

Ah the man she all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I you," she said.
His they were numbered and his style was obsolete.
"O baby, I have too late." She knelt beside his feet.
"I'll never see a face yours in years of men to come
I'll see such arms again in wrestling or in love."
And all his burning in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself everything her lover lost

Now the master of landscape he was standing at the view
with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was to
She beckoned to the sentry of his religious mood
She said, "I'll a place between my legs,
show you solitude."

He her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her for the issue of her womb
She moved her hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She the bloody rituals of passage to the moon

She took his admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides
She took his blonde madonna and his wine --
"This space is occupied and everything is mine."

He tried to make a stand beside the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and never coming back."
She took his parliament, his cap, his cocky dance,
she mocked his female and his working-class moustache.

The last time I saw him he was trying hard to get
a woman's education but not a woman yet
And the last time I saw her she was living with some boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her joy.

So the great is over but whoever would have guessed
it would leave us all so and so deeply unimpressed
It's our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for if you really want to go that far.

It's like our to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to other star
I guess you go for if you really want to go that far.