Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's told
I've squandered my
For a pocketful of
Such are
All lies and
Still the man hears what he wants to
And the rest

When I my home and my family
I was no than a boy
In the of strangers
In the of the railway station, runnin' scared
low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the people go
Looking for the places 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
a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there times when I was so lonesome
I took 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 laying out my clothes
And wishing I was gone, goin'
Where the New York City aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me home

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