Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

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

I left my home and my family
I was no than a boy
In the of strangers
In the of the railway station, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the quarters
Where the ragged go
Looking for the places only they 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 workman's wages
I come for a job but I get no offers
Just a on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so
I took some 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, goin'
Where the New York City winters bleedin' me
Leadin' me goin'

In the clearing a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he the reminders
Of every glove that him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his
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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