Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's told
I've squandered my
For a of mumbles
are promises
All and jest
Still the man hears what he to hear
And disregards the

When I left my and my family
I was no than a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of the station, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer
Where the ragged go
Looking for the places only they would

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only workman's wages
I come lookin' for a job but I get no
Just a come on the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times I was so lonesome
I took comfort there
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And I'm laying out my winter
And I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York winters aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me home

In the stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the
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 still

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