Код Поэзии - И любая корона падёт

Smoke in the room, lights hangin' low, a tight old bulb swingin' slow
Coins on the table, sweat on the floor, come watchin' the last fight, seen it before
Faces in the shadows whisper and grin, every poor soul bettin' he'll win
Glass on the bar, silence around, waitin' for that lonesome sound
The room holds still before the fight, every d*mn fool here chasin' the crown
The bell rings, the round begins, round, let the damage in
Round, dreams step in the ring, round, watch the kings give in