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

In the streets around here was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was useful for getting way,
Among the toughs of the town where you hold sway,
There had to be that was better than this,
I was fifteen years old and I'd been kissed.

Well of course she'd ignore me, her would all sneer,
At me nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a 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 meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I secretly all the moves of a dancer.

Ye to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on 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 miracle happens, your in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, and advance,
all about attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist finally how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz with a and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was or practicing sport,
But I really had eyes for your ye see,
Wanting her to this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, expecting fail,
But there's in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was 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 just keep to the and follow the beat,
The important thing's to look at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and your in a trance,
They're all laughing and and looking askance,
On the night that the finally learned how to dance.

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

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