Luyện nghe bài hát The Night the Pugilist Learned How To Dance

In the streets around here there was nobody tougher me,
I was quick with me fists and fast me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you hold sway,
There had to be that was better than this,
I was fifteen old and I'd never been kissed.

of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For it's to convince in a romantic pose,
With a black eye and a broken nose,
a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
Than the art, and so I inclined,
To meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I learnt all the moves of a dancer.

Ye to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at feet,
Then a happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the subtle, retreat and advance,
all about attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, leaving to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist learned how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz with a and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was sweeping or sport,
But I had eyes for your mother ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge new version of me,
But now watching, expecting I'll fail,
But fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was a chance,
I retreat now, I had to advance.

So I to the left, I swing to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I in a fight,
I just keep to the and follow the beat,
The important thing's to look at yr feet,
But a happened, and your mind's in a trance,
They're all laughing and and looking askance,
On the that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

It's a round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr just like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try a jab your right,
Or you're on points by the end of the night,
Then a happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
It's the night when this pugilist finally how to dance.

In a bout where the strategist's bridges burned,
Where it seemed his fortune had suddenly turned,
the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
And this poor fellow's heart was still like the clappers,
The night that the finally learned how to dance.