Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am just a boy
Though my seldom told
I my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles are promises

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

When I left my and my family
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway running scared

Laying low out the poor quarters
Where the ragged go
for the places
Only they would

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

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

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