.Dans un village noir de charbon, dans les cheminées et les corons
Tout petit il battait ses copains, il était fier de ses deux poings
Presque autant que son père le mineur qui disait "Ãa fera un boxeur"
Le jour de son premier combat fallait un nom, l'en avait pas
Comme la mode é.
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