Luyện nghe bài hát Another Star Ascending

(The Boxer)

If I'd born a street away, another star ascending
I'd been a fighter, a boxer in the ring
And I salute the if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash, fat men
Who sit the ring.

I want in the bottle not brandy in the glass
Bruised and maybe but a fighter to the last
So I the boxer if he lose or if he win
Not the splashed fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I have watched the fighters since I was a kid
From their struggle through the to their championship bids
And it ain't just for the money that a guy cut and bruised
Or to please the fat men
And to them all amused.

No boxer started out rich and I hate when they
They're calling it blood money they talk of damage to the
But the poor do not want charity they only want their
Better go down fighting than accept the back ride.

I'm miss Muhammed when he takes his final bow
May he go out with his fist high and the screaming crowd,
Ignore the of fat men who behind their cigars hid
And keep the sense of pride he to every ghetto kid.