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

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

Well of course ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to more refined,
the pugilist's 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 at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, your in a trance,
the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in stance,
Attention to detail, nothing to chance,
Which explains how the finally learned how to dance.

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

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

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

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