Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Ladies' Man

Ah the man she all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even how much I wanted you," she said.
His muscles they were 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 in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself everything her lover lost

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

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

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

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

The time that 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 with some boy
who gives her soul an room and gives her body joy.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have
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 nothing if you want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other
I guess you go for if you really want to go that far.

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