Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my seldom told
I have 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 left my and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the station
Runnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the quarters
Where the ragged go looking for the places
Only they know

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

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

In out my winter clothes
And wishing I was home, going
the New York 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 bloke that laid him down or cleft him
Till he out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the still remains

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