The Bronx Bull Page #8

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And if you don't mind,

not too soon. Huh?

See you around, old buddy.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGS]

Champ.

Another.

She's pretty good, huh?

Her name is Denise.

[DENISE SINGING]

There ain't no place Like home

It's me or New York

La, da-da, la, da-da

It's me or New York

La, da-da, la, da-da

[SONG ENDS]

[APPLAUSE]

How you doing?

I'm great.

How are you doing?

You got the prettiest smile

I ever seen, lady.

Oh, thank you.

I'm Jake LaMotta.

Nice to meet you, Jake LaMotta.

You wanna go see a play sometime?

A play?

Yeah. I don't know.

Shakespeare in the Park?

Oh, you like him?

He's pretty good for an English guy.

[LAUGHS]

I love Shakespeare.

Well, listen, here's my card.

Give me a call sometime.

Oh, I'm gonna call you, all right.

I got a real good feeling

about you, Denise.

A real good feeling.

By the way, you sing like an angel.

[SOFT MUSIC]

Hey. Why don't you watch

where the f*** you're going,

old man, huh?

I know you from somewheres?

Me?

Nah.

[SOFT MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERS]

COMMENTATOR:

Definitely LaMotta's night.

His jet-powered left...

REFEREE:
Six, seven,

eight, nine,

10!

[BELL DINGS]

[CROWD CHEERS]

[EPIC MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[UP-TEMPO BLUES MUSIC]

Something about a woman

Just put me in a trance

My mind's messed up

And my heart Don't stand a chance

I know about the dangers

That love can bring

But I've been burnt So many times

I can barely feel a thing

I'm a fool for love

I'm a fool for love

Girl, that's how I'm living

Let me be forgiven

I'm a fool for love

Every time I get a woman

I know it's gonna hurt

I'm walking on air

Till she leave me low as dirt

I try to pretend I learned my lesson

Then I just get up and go out

And do it all again

I'm a fool for love

I'm a fool for love

Girl, that's how I'm living

Let me be forgiven

I'm a fool for love

You were down in the dark

Down on your knees

This was the lowest You'd ever been

Face on the floor

And hands at your back

You were helpless And hopeless

And ready to cry

Feel all alone And empty and cold

You feel like you're done

When you're not even old

Put on the music You used to love

'Cause you gotta get up

You gotta get up

You gotta get lifted

And now you gotta Get lifted

Said you gotta turn

Your world around

You got to pick yourself up

Off the ground

You gotta get lifted

You gotta lift it

Said you gotta love What you do

And do what you love

And you gotta get up

You gotta get up You gotta get

Somebody who feels

Just like you is lying alone

Crying for truth

Wondering who

Has been in their shoes

But we've all walked miles

Singing the blues

And, yes, you're gonna Feel pain

But music takes that away

So put on the records

You used to love

'Cause you gotta get up

You gotta get up

You gotta get lifted

Now you gotta get lifted

Said you gotta

Turn your world around

You gotta pick yourself up

Off the ground

Get lifted

Whenever you've Gotta lift it

Said you gotta love What you do

And do what you love

And you gotta get up

You gotta get up

You gotta get

[BLUESY ROCK MUSIC]

Could not stay

Could not go

Could not escape

When he's up against The ropes

Could not live

Could not die

Could not find the sun

And the blue sky

Is he giving up?

No

Fighting in a fight

That no one knows

So he sails

So he goes

So I must be

At the middle of the road

Hold on tight

Hold on tight

Hold on when there's no hope

No hope inside

Is he giving up?

No

Fighting in a fight

That no one knows

And now

In the day

Is he giving up?

No

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[SOFT MUSIC]

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