Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my
On a full of mumbles such are promises
All lies in jest, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the

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, seeking out the poor
Where the people go looking for the places
Only they would

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

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

In a-laying out my clothes
And wishing I was home, home
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 boxer and a by his trade
And he carries the
Of every bloke that laid him or cleft him
Till he cried out in his and his shame
I am leaving, I am but the fighter still remains

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