Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

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

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

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

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

He tried to make a final stand the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and it's 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 he's not a yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living some boy
who gives her soul an empty and gives her body joy.

So the great affair is over but whoever would 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 other
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go far.

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