Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

Now a man
The tool of Satan
He forth
While others are

Conniving, knave
With all the
I one thing
Will trim him own,

In women he
authority
In he feels
His old

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

All the day he swears
He's self denying, dusk descends
And again he's lying

They're all the
In meeting love's
Poor souls
Get blotted in

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

It fain
lush authority
Before him
His old

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

He screamed, "I've mastered it without trying"
Appears the moon and again he's lying
Idiots, all of