Luyện nghe bài hát Another Star Ascending

(The Boxer)

If I'd been born a away, another star ascending
I'd have been a fighter, a in the ring
And I salute the if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash, fat men
Who sit the ring.

I water in the bottle not brandy in the glass
Bruised and battered maybe but a to the last
So I salute the if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I have watched the fighters since I was a kid
From their through the ghettos to their championship bids
And it ain't for the money that a guy gets cut and bruised
Or to please the fat men
And to keep all amused.

No boxer started out rich and I when they complain
They're calling it blood money they of damage to the brain
But the poor do not charity they only want their pride
Better go down fighting than the back seat ride.

I'm gonna miss Muhammed when he takes his bow
May he go out with his fist high and the screaming crowd,
Ignore the compliments of fat men who their cigars hid
And keep the of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.