Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I'm just a boy
Though my story's told
I have squadered my
For a of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and
Still a man hears what he wants to
And the rest.

When I left my and family
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the of the railway station
scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer
the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they know.

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

Then I'm laying out my clothes
And I was gone, going home
Where the new 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 him down
And cut him he cried out
In his and his shame
"i am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter remains.