Luyện nghe bài hát Davey Moore

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

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

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