Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to california young moore did go,
To meet with sugar ramos and trade him for blow
He his home in springfield, his wife and children five;
The spring was fast approaching, it was to be alive.
His wife, she and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
Is it the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? "
But could not hear above the cheering crowd
He was a champion, and are proud.
Hang his upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Another man will fall before we dry our
For the fighters must destroy as the must sing,
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood the ring.

And thousands a roar when davey moore walked in,
Another man to beat, purse to win
And all the ringside, a sight beyond compare
The money-chasing vultures were for their share,
He stood there in his and he waited for the bell;
The signal of the of two men facin' hell;
And when the was sounded, the blows began to rain,
And blows lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.

The fists flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
And davey grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
His legs began to wobble and his arms to strain,
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog his brain.
At the fight was over, young davey fought no more,
He lost the battle behind a doctor's door.
And back at the arena, the crowd is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next to come on.