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

In the streets around here there was nobody than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the where you could hold sway,
There had to be something that was than this,
I was fifteen years old and I'd never kissed.

of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me bloody nose dripping and me ear,
For it's to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a nose,
Where a girl is attracted to more refined,
Than the art, and so I inclined,
To take serious 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 important thing's to look at your feet,
Then a happens, your mind's in a trance,
the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in stance,
Attention to detail, nothing to chance,
explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was or practicing sport,
But I really had eyes for your ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge this new of me,
But now watching, expecting I'll fail,
But fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was a chance,
I couldn't now, I had to advance.

So I swing to the left, I to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I in a fight,
I keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
The important thing's 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 learned 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 guard down try a jab with your right,
Or you're on points by the end of the night,
a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, taken your chance,
It's the night when this finally learned how to dance.

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