Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to california young davey did go,
To meet with sugar ramos and trade him blow for
He left his home in springfield, his wife and children
The spring was fast approaching, it was to be alive.
His wife, she and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it the pain? "
But davey could not hear above the 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 must destroy as the poets must sing,
As the hungry crowd must gather for the upon the ring.

And thousands a roar when davey moore walked in,
man to beat, another purse to win
And all the ringside, a sight beyond compare
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for share,
He stood in his corner 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 will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.

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