Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

And gave 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 waiting for their share,
He there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
The signal of the struggle of two men hell;
And when the bell was sounded, the blows to rain,
And blows will lead to hate -- hate men insane.

The were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
And davey moore grew weaker with passin' round.
His legs began to and his arms began to strain,
He fell the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
At last the fight was over, davey fought no more,
He the final battle behind a doctor's door.
And at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to on.