Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am just a poor boy my story's seldom told
squandered my resistance
For a of mumbles
Such are
All lies and
Still the man hears what he to hear
And the rest

When I my home and my family
I was no than a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin'
Laying low, out the poorer quarters
the ragged people go
Looking for the places only 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 wages
I come for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on from the on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times I was so lonesome
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 laying out my winter
And wishing I was gone, home
Where the New York City aren't bleedin' me
me goin' home

In the clearing stands a and a fighter by his trade
And he the reminders
Of glove that laid him down or cut him
he cried 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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