Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

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

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

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

She took his much admired oriental frame of
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his hides behind
She his blonde madonna and his monastery 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 it's coming back."
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his dance,
she his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

The last time I saw him he was trying hard to get
a education but he's 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 her body joy.

So the affair is over but whoever would have guessed
it leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the or to that other star
I you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

like 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 visit to the or to that other star
I you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.