Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked a drunk old fool
And I if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool
But everybody they watch out hey that's the Tiger Man McCool
He's had the whole lotta fights and always come out winner yeah he's a winner
But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had stooped or bowed
I said Tiger Man you're a and a hush fell on the crowd
I said let's you and me go and see who's the winner
Well he gripped the bar one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up his beer my God that man was tall
He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you
I'm gonna tell you just a little bout what it to be a winner
He said now you see these bright white smilin' teeth you they ain't my own
Mine away like Chicklets down the street in San Antone
But I left that person cursin' nursin' seven bones
And he only broke ah of mine that makes me the winner
He said now behind this grin I got a pin that holds my jaw in place
A of my most successful motorcycle race
And each morning when I wake and touch scar across my face
It me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife
But that woman she gets uglier and she gets every day
But I got her boy that's makes me a winner
He said you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son cause hard for me to hear
With this neck and these migraine pains and this big ole cauliflower ear
And if it wadn't for glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear
To of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner
I got arthritic boy I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into
And my nose been broke so often I might lose if I
And son you say you wanna be a winner
Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with knuckles a clenchin' white
But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by some silly fight
Well I quit I lose you're the winner
So I from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I still the hoots of laughter of the crowd
But my eyes see and my nose still works and my teeth're still in my mouth
And you I guess that makes me the winner