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 muscles 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 never see arms again in wrestling or in love."
And all his virtues burning in the Holocaust
She took herself most everything her lover lost

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

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

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

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

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

So the great affair is but whoever would have guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so unimpressed
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.

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

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