Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I'm a poor boy
Though my seldom told
I have my resistance
For a of numbles
are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears he wants to hear
And the rest.

When I left my home and
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway
scared, laying low
Seeking out the quarters
Where the people go
Looking for the only they would know.

only workman's wages
I come for a job
But I get no
a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do
were times when I was so lonesome
I took some there.

Then I'm laying out my winter
And wishing I was gone, home
the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
me
home.

In the clearing stands a
And a fighter by his
And he carries the
Of every glove that laid him
And cut him till he out
In his anger and his
"i am leaving, I am leaving"
But the still remains.