Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

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

All lies and
Still a man
What he to hear
And the rest

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

Laying low seeking out the poor
Where the ragged go
Looking for the
they would know

Asking only workman's
I come for a job
But I get no
a come on
From the whores on seventh
I do there were times
I was so lonesome
I took comfort there

Then I'm laying down my winter
And I was home going home
Where the New York winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going

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