Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

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

I left my home and my family,
I was no more a boy
In the company of
In the of the railway station,
scared,
Laying low, out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged go
for the places
Only would know

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

Asking workman's wages
I looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the
On Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
I took some 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

Then I'm laying out my clothes
And I was gone,
home
Where the New York City
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 till he out
In his and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the still remains, mmm mmm

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