Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

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

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

He offered her an orgy in a many room
He promised her protection for the issue of her
She moved her body hard a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the rituals of passage to the moon

She his much admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his hides behind
She took his blonde and his monastery wine --
"This mental space is occupied and is mine."

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

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

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

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