Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

So the great affair is over but whoever would guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other
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 really want to go far.

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