Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

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* Paradise in
* Last of the century

He was young when I saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I knew he would go
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 guys that tried to him
Never came out the same
And man, the crowd loved him
In up and coming days
Carried him on their
they showered him with

Well, they loved him a brother
Cause he 'em all the thrills
shit about no sef-defense
Only for the kill
He a beating now and then
But there young and tough
thought of backin' up
When the got too rough
He down like a shockwave
The title won
He just in there man, punching
Taking two and one
But avalanche of punches
Eventually it's toll
Like a drip of water
Wears down the stone
And we all saw it
The inevitable
The night he lost his
And the wasn't all
He just started
Down skids slicker 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 that old wreck
For whom nobody no cared
His eyes had lost their
His legs hado their spring
And it really was
The way he stumbled through the