Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

From the
* in distress
* Last blast of the

He was when I first saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I knew he go places
He'd never he'd go
There was a something
to hide
Dynamite in both his
It swept 'em all
So they nicknamed hem the
And he lived up to the
The that tried to fight him
Never came out quite the
And man, the crowd just him
In up and coming days
Carried him on their
While they showered him

Well, they loved him like a
Cause he gave 'em all the
shit about no sef-defense
Only going for the
He took a now and then
But stood there young and
Never of backin' up
When the going got too
He down like a shockwave
The title won
He just tore in man, punching
two and landing one
But that of punches
took it's toll
Like a constant drip of
Wears down the hardest
And we all saw it
The fall
The he lost his title
And the wasn't all
He just started
Down skids slicker grease
His drawing power
And the ceased
But he couldn't the fighting
Custom-made for the
While he blew the money
On friends succes had
I saw him fight last night
I wish I had been
The sight of that old wreck
For whom nobody no longer
His eyes had lost their
His legs lost their spring
And it really was
The way he stumbled the ring-