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

In the streets around here there was tougher than me,
I was quick with me and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you hold sway,
There had to be something that was better this,
I was fifteen old and I'd never been kissed.

Well of course she'd ignore me, her would all sneer,
At me bloody nose and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to in a romantic pose,
With a lovely eye and a broken nose,
a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
Than the art, and so I inclined,
To meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I secretly learnt all the of a dancer.

Ye swing to the left, ye to the right,
your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye follow 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,
the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist learned how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz with a 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 everyone's watching, I'll fail,
But fire 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 swing to the left, I to the right,
me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and the beat,
The thing's never to look at yr feet,
But a happened, and your mind's in a trance,
They're all and cheering and looking askance,
On the night that the finally learned how to dance.

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

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