Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

It was out to young davey moore did go,
To meet sugar ramos and trade him blow for blow
He left his home in springfield, his wife and five;
The spring was fast approaching, it was to be alive.
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to this game.
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it the pain? "
But davey could not hear above the crowd
He was a champion, and are proud.
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies clear,
Another man will fall we dry our tears
For the fighters destroy as the poets must sing,
As the hungry crowd must for the blood upon the ring.

And thousands gave a roar when davey moore in,
Another man to beat, purse to win
And all along the ringside, a sight compare
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for share,
He stood there in his corner and he for the bell;
The signal of the struggle of two men facin'
And when the was sounded, the blows began to rain,
And blows will to hate -- hate drives men insane.

The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was down,
And davey moore grew weaker with passin' round.
His legs to wobble and his arms began to strain,
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog his brain.
At last the fight was over, davey fought no more,
He lost the battle behind a doctor's door.
And back at the arena, the crowd is gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next to come on.