Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to california young davey did go,
To meet with sugar ramos and him blow for blow
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 worth the "
But davey could not 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 poets sing,
As the hungry must 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 vultures were waiting for their 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 will to hate -- hate drives men insane.

The fists were flying fast and hard, the 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 fight was over, young davey no more,
He lost the battle behind a doctor's door.
And back at the arena, the screaming is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to on.