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 bloodshed and is it worth the "
But could 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 before we dry our tears
For the fighters must destroy as the must sing,
As the crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.

And thousands gave a roar when davey moore in,
Another man to beat, another to win
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond
The money-chasing were waiting for their share,
He stood there in his corner and he for the bell;
The signal of the struggle of two men hell;
And when the bell was sounded, the blows to rain,
And will lead to hate -- hate drives 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 upon the floor, a fog around his brain.
At last the was over, young davey fought no more,
He lost the final battle behind a door.
And back at the arena, the screaming is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next to come on.