Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

The
Simon
I am a poor boy
Though my story's seldom
I squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of
Such are
All in jest
Still a man hears he wants to hear
And disregards the
When I my home and my family
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the of the railway station
Runnin'
Laying low, out the poorer quarters
Where the people go
Lookin' for the places only would know
Well
Lie-la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie

Asking only workman's
I come for a job
But I get no
Just a from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, were times when I was so lonesome
I took some there
And Im out my winter clothes
And wishing I was
home
Where the New York winters arent bleedin me
Leadin me, goin'
Well

In the clearing a boxer
And a by his trade
And he the reminders
Of every that laid him down
And cut him 'til he out
In his and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter remains
Well
Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,