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

In the streets here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was useful for 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 she'd ignore me, her friends all sneer,
At me bloody nose dripping and me 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,
Than the art, and so I inclined,
To take meself 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 your partner, or less like a fight,
Ye just the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's never to at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, mind's in a trance,
the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in stance,
Attention to detail, leaving to chance,
Which how the pugilist finally 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 really had eyes for your ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, there's in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was a chance,
I retreat 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.

It's a three-minute and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr just like 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 happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're pinching yourself just in case you're dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, you've taken chance,
the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.

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