Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I'm just a boy
my story's seldom told
I have squadered my
For a pocketful of
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 than 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 only they would know.

Asking only wages
I come for a job
But I get no
Just a come-on from the whores on avenue
I do
There times when I was so lonesome
I some 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 stands a boxer
And a by his trade
And he carries the
Of glove that laid him down
And cut him till he out
In his anger and his
"i am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter remains.