Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am just a boy
my story seldom told
I squandered my
For a pocket full of such are promises

All and jests
a man hears
What he to hear
And disregards the

When I my home and my family
I was no than a boy
In the company of
In the of the railway stations running scared

Laying low out the poor quarters
the ragged people go
Looking for the
they would know

Asking only wages
I looking for a job
But I get no
Just a on
From the whores on seventh
I do declare were times
When I was so
I took comfort there

Then I'm down my winter clothes
And wishing I was home going
Where the New York City
Are bleeding me, me going home

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