Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

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

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