Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to california young davey 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 approaching, it was good to be alive.
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to this game.
Is it worth the and is it worth the pain? "
But davey 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 must destroy as the poets must sing,
As the hungry must gather for the blood upon 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 were waiting for their share,
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the
The signal of the of two men facin' hell;
And when the bell was sounded, the blows to rain,
And blows lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.

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