Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am a poor boy
my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are
All lies and
Still a man hears he wants to hear
And disregards the

When I left my and my family,
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the station,
scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer
Where the ragged go
for the places
Only they would

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Asking only wages
I come for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the
On Seventh
I do declare,
There were when I was so lonesome
I some comfort there, le le le le le le le

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Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

Then I'm laying out my winter
And I was gone,
home
Where the New City winters
bleeding me,
me,
Going

In the clearing a boxer,
And a by his trade
And he the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that him down
Or cut him he cried out
In his and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter remains, mmm mmm

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