Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

From the
* Paradise in
* Last blast of the

He was when I first saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I he would go places
He'd dreamt he'd go
There was a certain
to hide
Dynamite in his hands
It swept 'em all
So nicknamed hem the killer
And he up to the name
The that tried to fight him
Never came out the same
And man, the just loved him
In those up and coming
Carried him on shoulders
While they showered him

Well, they loved him like a
Cause he gave 'em all the
Carin' about no sef-defense
going for the kill
He took a beating now and
But stood young and tough
Never of backin' up
When the going got too
He down like a shockwave
The easily won
He tore in there man, punching
Taking two and one
But avalanche of punches
Eventually took it's
Like a constant drip of
down the hardest stone
And we all saw it
The inevitable
The he lost his title
And the wasn't all
He started slippin'
Down skids than grease
His drawing faded
And the hero-worship
But he couldn't stop the
Custom-made for the
While he away the money
On succes had made
I saw him fight again last
I wish I had been
The sight of poor old wreck
For whom nobody no cared
His eyes had lost sparkle
His legs hado lost spring
And it was pathetic
The way he through the ring-