Luyện nghe bài hát Another Star Ascending

(The Boxer)

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

I water 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 cigar-ash fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I watched the fighters since I was just a kid
From their through the ghettos 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 keep all amused.

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

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