Luyện nghe bài hát Boxer

I am just a poor boy my story's seldom told
I squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
are promises all lies and jest
Still a man hears he wants to hear and disregards the rest

When I left and my family
I was no more than a boy in the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station scared laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters the ragged people go
Looking for the places only would know
Lai la lai la la lai...

Asking only workman's wages I looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
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Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was going home
Where the New York City winters bleeding me leading me going home
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Lai la lai la la lai...

In the clearing stands a and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that him down
And cut him till he cried out in his danger and his
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter remains
Lai la lai la la lai...