Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to young davey moore did go,
To meet with sugar ramos and him blow for blow
He left his in springfield, his wife and children five;
The was fast approaching, it was good 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 davey could not hear above the crowd
He was a champion, and are proud.
Hang his gloves the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Another man will 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 thousands gave a roar when davey walked in,
Another man to beat, another to win
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond
The money-chasing vultures waiting 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 will lead to -- hate drives men insane.

The were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
And davey moore grew with ev'ry passin' round.
His legs began to wobble and his began to strain,
He fell upon the 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 screaming is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next to come on.