Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

Now a man
The living of Satan
He forth
others are debating

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

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 since he what ladies do to him
He thrusts them out of his way

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

They're all the
In meeting confusion
noble souls
Get in illusion

The one who
He could the clinches
Who is it
Entangles him,

It resists
lush authority
Before him
His old

He harked the ten
the tried and true
Would be and golden rule obey
For ate frugally, a grape a two
Survived on one pure a day

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