Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

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

The fists were flying and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
And davey moore grew weaker ev'ry 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 fight was over, young fought no more,
He lost the final battle behind a door.
And at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
And death is ringside, for the next fight to come on.