Luyện nghe bài hát Another Star Ascending

(The Boxer)

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

I want water in the not brandy in the glass
Bruised and battered maybe but a 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 since I was a kid
From their struggle the ghettos to their championship bids
And it ain't just for the money that a guy gets cut and
Or to the ringside fat men
And to them all amused.

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

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