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

In the streets around there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you 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 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 to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less a fight,
Ye follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's to look at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, 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 with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd I was sweeping or practicing sport,
But I really had for your mother ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge this new of me,
But now watching, expecting I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, there's in me sails,
I knew it was and I was taking a chance,
I couldn't now, I had to advance.

So I to the left, I swing to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and the beat,
The important thing's never to at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and mind's in a trance,
They're all laughing and cheering and askance,
On the night the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

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

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