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

In the streets around here there was nobody tougher me,
I was quick with me fists and 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,
had to be something that was better than this,
I was years old and I'd never been kissed.

Well of course ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a pose,
With a black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills refined,
the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself as a modern romancer,
And I secretly learnt all the of a dancer.

Ye to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at feet,
Then a happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, and advance,
It's all attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, nothing to chance,
Which explains how the finally learned how to dance.

Well, I'd with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was sweeping or sport,
But I really had eyes for mother ye see,
her to acknowledge this new version of me,
But now watching, expecting I'll 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 eyes on me partner, like I in a fight,
I just keep to the and follow the beat,
The important thing's never to at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and mind's in a trance,
all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
On the night that the finally learned how to dance.

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

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