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

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

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

Ye swing to the left, ye to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less a fight,
Ye just the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at feet,
Then a miracle happens, mind's in a trance,
the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all attitude, all in your stance,
to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist learned how to dance.

Well, I'd with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd I was sweeping or practicing sport,
But I had eyes for your mother ye see,
her to acknowledge this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, expecting fail,
But fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I it was risky and I was taking a chance,
I couldn't now, I had to advance.

So I swing to the left, I to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and the beat,
The important thing's never to at yr feet,
But a happened, and your mind's in a trance,
They're all and cheering and looking askance,
On the that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

It's a three-minute and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds just like Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try a jab your right,
Or you're losing on by the end of the night,
a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're pinching yourself just in case 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 bridges were burned,
Where it seemed his fortune had suddenly turned,
the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
And this poor fellow's was still going like the clappers,
The night the pugilist finally learned how to dance.