Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am a poor boy
Though my seldom told,
I have my resistance
For a pocket of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and
Still a man hears what he to hear
And the rest

When I my home and my family,
I was no than 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 know

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

Asking only workman's
I come for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a from the whores
On Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
I took comfort there, le le le le le le le

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

I'm laying out my winter clothes
And I was gone,
Going
the New York City winters
Aren't me,
me,
Going

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

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