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 fists and fast with me as you can plainly see,
But fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the 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 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 lovely eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is to skills more refined,
the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself as a modern romancer,
And I learnt all the moves of a dancer.

Ye swing to the left, ye 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 thing's never to look at your feet,
a miracle 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 finally how to dance.

Well, I'd with a broomstick 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 this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was a chance,
I couldn't 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 to the rhythm and follow the beat,
The important 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 finally how to dance.

It's a round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try a jab 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 you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, you've taken chance,
It's the night when this pugilist learned 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 poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
The that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.