Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

From the
* Paradise in
* Last blast of the

He was young I first saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I knew he go places
He'd never dreamt go
was a certain something
Impossible to
Dynamite in both his
It swept 'em all
So nicknamed hem the killer
And he lived up to the
The guys tried to fight him
Never came out quite the
And man, the crowd just him
In those up and coming
him on their shoulders
While showered him with

Well, loved him like a brother
Cause he gave 'em all the
Carin' about no sef-defense
Only for the kill
He took a now and then
But stood there young and
Never thought of up
When the got too rough
He down like a shockwave
The easily won
He just tore in man, punching
two and landing one
But avalanche of punches
took it's toll
Like a constant drip of
Wears the hardest stone
And we all saw it
The inevitable
The night he lost his
And the wasn't all
He started slippin'
Down skids slicker 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 of that poor old wreck
For nobody no longer cared
His eyes had lost sparkle
His hado lost their spring
And it was pathetic
The way he stumbled the ring-