Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

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

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

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
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Only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh
I do declare there were times I was so lonesome
I took some there

In out my winter clothes
And wishing I was home, home
Where the New York City
Aren't a-bleeding me, me
home

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
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In the clearing a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he the reminders
Of bloke that laid him down or cleft him
Till he cried out in his and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
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