Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to young davey moore did go,
To with sugar ramos and trade him blow for blow
He his home 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 this game.
Is it worth the and is it worth the pain? "
But davey could not hear the cheering crowd
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 fighters destroy as the poets must sing,
As the crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.

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

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