Luyện nghe bài hát Punchdrunk

It wore him his head was hanging sideways,
his lids slits.
happened almost nightly now.
He the gloves and waited for another round.
He for the bell to ring,
he prayed the lord would his eyes.
He church-folk swaying and sighing,
"it's all right". He his kids,
he liked his sky-blue Valiant, he the pay.
"The boss' fine talent" they all would say.
And just a pension later be free,
do what he wants. the dream, now sleep,
now die. (Lie l-lie, lie l-lie lie lie l-lie)