Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

From the
* in distress
* Last blast of the

He was young I first saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I he would go places
He'd dreamt he'd go
There was a something
to hide
Dynamite in his hands
It 'em all aside
So they nicknamed hem the
And he lived up to the
The guys tried to fight him
Never out quite the same
And man, the crowd just him
In up and coming days
Carried him on their
While they him with

Well, they him like a brother
he gave 'em all the thrills
Carin' shit about no
going for the kill
He took a beating now and
But stood there young and
thought of backin' up
When the got too rough
He came down like a
The title won
He just in there man, punching
Taking two and one
But avalanche of punches
Eventually it's toll
Like a constant of water
Wears the hardest stone
And we all saw it
The fall
The night he his title
And the wasn't all
He just slippin'
Down skids than grease
His drawing power
And the ceased
But he couldn't stop the
Custom-made for the
While he blew away the
On friends had made
I saw him fight again last
I I had been spared
The sight of poor old wreck
For whom nobody no longer
His had lost their sparkle
His legs hado their spring
And it really was
The way he stumbled through the