Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

The
Paul
I am just a boy
Though my seldom told
I have squandered my
For a pocketful of
Such are
All lies in
Still a man hears what he wants to
And disregards the
When I my home and my family
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the station
Runnin'
Laying low, seeking out the quarters
the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places only they would
lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie

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

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

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,