Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom
I squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles are promises
All in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
And the rest

Well, I left my home and my family, I was no more a boy
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway
Runnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the poor
Where the ragged people go looking for the
Only they would

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
...

Only seeking workman's
I come looking for a job but I get no
Just a come on from the whores on Avenue
I do declare were times when I was so lonesome
I some comfort there

In a-laying out my clothes
And I was home, going home
Where the New City winters
Aren't me, bleeding me
home

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
...

In the clearing stands a and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the
Of every bloke that laid him down or him
he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter remains

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
...