Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have my existence
On a pocket full of such are promises
All lies in jest, till a man hears what he 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 quiet of the station
Runnin' scared, low, seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged go looking for the places
they would know

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

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

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

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

In the clearing stands a boxer and a by his trade
And he carries the
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
...