Luyện nghe bài hát Boxer

I am a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are
All lies and jests, still a man hears what he to hear
And the rest

When I left my and my family
I was no than a boy in the company of strangers
In the of the railway station running scared
low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only would know

only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no
a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare were some times when I was so lonesome
And I took some there

In the stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his and his shame
I am leaving, I am but the fighter still remains