Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

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

The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was down,
And davey moore grew weaker with passin' round.
His legs began to wobble and his arms to strain,
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog his brain.
At last the fight was over, young fought no more,
He the final battle 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.