Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom
I've my resistance
For a of mumbles
are promises
All lies and
Still the man hears he wants to hear
And disregards the

When I left my home and my
I was no more a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin'
Laying low, seeking out the poorer
Where the ragged go
Looking for the only they would know

Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
La la la la, li

Asking only workman's
I come lookin' for a job but I get no
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh
I do declare, there were times when I was so
I some comfort there
La la la la la la la

Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
La la la la, li

And I'm out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, home
Where the New York City aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me home

In the stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he the reminders
Of every glove that laid him or cut him
he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the still remains

Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
La la la la, li

Li la la la, li la li
Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
La la la la, li

Li la la la, li la li
Li la li
Li la la la, li la li
La la la la, li
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