Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

Now a man
The tool of Satan
He charges
others are debating

Conniving, knave
all the trimmings
I know one
Will trim him own,

In women he
authority
In them he
His old

He snigger's at the Good Book mocks the priss and
anything for pay if it will pay
And he knows what ladies do to him
He thrusts them out of his way

All the day he swears
self denying, then dusk descends
And once he's lying

They're all the
In love's confusion
noble souls
Get blotted in

The one who
He could escape the
Who is it
him, wenches

It fain
Their authority
Before him
His old

He harked the ten
Trod the tried and
Would godly be and golden obey
For ate frugally, a grape a two
on one pure thought a day

He screamed, "I've mastered it half trying"
Appears the moon and once again lying
Idiots, all of