Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

And thousands gave a when davey moore walked in,
Another man to beat, another to win
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for share,
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the
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 were flying fast and hard, the 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, young fought no more,
He lost the final behind a doctor's door.
And back at the arena, the crowd is gone,
And is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.