Luyện nghe bài hát Another Star Ascending

(The Boxer)

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

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

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

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

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