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

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

Well of course she'd me, her friends would all sneer,
At me bloody dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For hard to convince in a romantic pose,
a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to more refined,
the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself serious as a romancer,
And I secretly all the moves of a dancer.

Ye to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at feet,
Then a happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in stance,
Attention to detail, leaving 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,
Wanting her to acknowledge new version of me,
But now watching, expecting I'll fail,
But there's 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 to the left, I swing to the right,
me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and the beat,
The important never to look at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and mind's in a trance,
all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
On the that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds just little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard try a jab with your right,
Or you're losing on by the end of the night,
Then a miracle happens, and screaming,
You're yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, taken your chance,
the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.

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